Poet - Anna Swir

Hanging Lanterns in the Autumn Valley with John Tarrant. The Valley Spirit is holding us—the mother deep. A big moment in our time, post-election. How to cope with Bad Emperors and accord with change. What is my place in the mandala? Finding joy in the thusness of things in all circumstances. Not seeing the light is also the light. “What is medicine? Bring me something that is not medicine.” Bring me something that is not the light! PZI Zen Online, as recorded Nov. 8, 2020.

Three threads: Anna Swir’ s poem, “There’s a Light in Me.” The light in us is wholly unharmed even in extremes of suffering, a place for the Muses to meet us. ‘Terma’—a Tibetan term— are hidden in physical objects or even concealed in your mind or memory, written in indecipherable Dakini script, to be found by you. Even in written texts or email are little reminders that we are already awake. When we hold light and silence everyone can feel it it changes the field. As recorded June 16th, 2020.