Out In A Field

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I was young when I left home. And for years I rambled around.

My practice —sitting, walking, and hoping.

At first everything was new. I didn’t notice my skin drying up or my hair turning grey.

Then one morning, there I was, and old woman. Where had I gotten in all those years on the Path?

That night I slept out in a field, and it rained. I felt like I belonged there, miserable and alone in the mud.

In the morning, I went to the nearest monastery and threw myself down. A nun took me in and taught me.

This body, this mind, this world. Where they come from, where they go. What they are, what they are not.

That night I went out to sit in the field, and it rained. I felt like I belonged there, every drop of water telling me I was home.

Don’t worry, my sisters. When the road reaches its end, you’ll know it.

—Bhikshuni Anyatara, Therigatha (Poems of the First Buddhist Nuns)

About Tashi Nyima

I am a Dharma student, and aspire to be a companion on the path. I trust that these texts can offer a general approach and basic tools for practicing the Buddha's way to enlightenment. ||| Soy un estudiante del Dharma, y aspiro a ser un compañero en el sendero. Espero que estos textos ofrezcan a algunos un mapa general y herramientas básicas para la práctica del sendero a la iluminación que nos ofrece el Buda.
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