The secret code is resting there. I followed her instructions. My body, speech and mind became suddenly still, stiller than the inside of a granite mountain. I saw that secret code and my heart blazed with devotion, exploding the code into a million pieces that fell together into the completed pattern. Spontaneously, the mandala of awakening springs forth, shattering the illusory Dharma Gate between the two realities.
Figure becomes ground, ground becomes figure.
I am Tara, arising effortlessly, as all the unseen beings, buddhas and bodhisattvas of the three times shower blessings and sacred mantras. Me and Tara, we dance across the night sky, two as one, dissolving completely into peals of laughter, the mantra of mountain wind howling through the peaks. There is a reason I am whispering this into your ear as you lay dreaming. I've had my eye on you and the time is ripe. Synthia Smith E-maho apologizes for the copyright omission in the previous posting.