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It was the darkest of the dark moon when Shiva was married
to Parvati. Once a year thereafter people would flock to Shiva temples for a night vigil - sing hymns of praise, pray for
peace and for liberation from the Wheel... to reach the abode of Shiva. They waited... there was thunder - Shiva's footsteps?
The wind began to blow - the sound of his breath? It started raining - Shiva's tears?
It rained. It rained and rained...a Dharma rain. The
trees outside appeared as green living masters: roots twisted into the lotus posture, raindrops dripping from their hair,
moss hanging from their shoulders, branches twisting into mudras that still the mind. They spoke to me through my thoughts:
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"You want to predict tomorrow based on yesterday but
neither one exists. Both are illusion. There is no past...there is no future - only now. Changing, changeless, safe, beyond
pleasure and pain - pure awareness. Furthermore you don't even know what you want. Your real desire is to meet life as it
is, even though you don't understand what that means. Through this invisible cord we are all connected to another world -
a place beyond description, space, and time. It is our life force through times of sadness and pain, lonliness and desperation.
There is an end to this pain while the flame of life still burns, and soon enough it burns out."
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