Where are we?

Just drifting? Just waiting? Just praying?
Always moving, always doing what is expected, always going through the motions...

The incense brings a fog of clarity [ is that possible? Well it brings with the cloud a feeling ]... Ah, that is what one should be doing.... Accepting, adjusting, but yet atrophied over what you cannot seem to change...

Everything seems destructive. BUT, keep Milarepa in mind! Don't give up. This man was willing. Each moment of discouragement brings the Dalai Lama back in the mind... " Ahh, that has been a problem for me."
I can't escape so easily.
Tara is here to help.