Church is poetry. Poetry is life. A life well lived.
in the midst of passing through,
we miss the details.
we color between
enlarge as we learn to see.
Since my son attends Indiana University, we visit Bloomington often and sample varied ethnic restaurants, while he appreciates a free meal. Our latest excursion was a visit to a small Tibetan restaurant on 4th Street, on the campus downtown.
Whether one believes in a religion or not, and whether one believes in rebirth or not, there isn’t anyone who doesn’t appreciate kindness and compassion. –Dalai Lama
A little bit about the Lung ta prayer flags seen above. The flags are hung on a string to bring harmony among the elements: blue representing sky, white representing wind, red representing fire, green representing water, and yellow representing earth.
Now onto the food. Our meal started with Tibetan Dumplings.
Mo Mo: seasoned ground beef with yellow onion.
Shogo: mashed potato with green and yellow onion
For our main dish we sampled Kham Amdo Thugpa and Temo Sha Tsel.
Kham Amdo Thugpa: a hearty stew made with handmade tibetan noodles, daikon radish, onion, tomato, green onions, cilantro.
Temo Sha Tsel: stir-fried vegetables in a garlic sauce. served with jasmine rice or temo.
We will return. The food was excellent and perhaps when the weather warms, dine outside.
This is my simple religion. There is no need for temples; no need for complicated philosophy. Our own brain, our own heart is our temple; the philosophy is kindness.
For none of us lives to himself alone, and none of us dies to himself alone.
I know we learn from each other. Whether one believes in a Redeemer, should that Savior be ourselves or another God, a question we ask as we encounter the mystery of life, stems from our earliest innocence. As a child did we not wonder, “how can I see?” or “where does my breath come from?” Or look within ourselves and see galaxies beyond our imaginations?
J (This is the 2nd to last Sunday of 2016. Speechless 😶!)