Once again I find myself mysteriously, in a place of pure Love...built plank by plank by one man's will and vision, as a gift to the community and the future. And as it is, pure Love, it is crazy and beautiful, extreme and irrational, crumbling and decaying and fertile and fecund, sensuous and heart-achingly beautiful...a death-trap, paradise, a challenge and a joy.
Dorje Ling, I have arrived at your door, one clumsy and curious sky-walking dakini...here to serve the babbling buddha, in all his bumbling ways.