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When we have [[windhorse]], we are able to accomplish what we want without many [[obstacles]].
 
When we have [[windhorse]], we are able to accomplish what we want without many [[obstacles]].
  
FOR MANY YEARS, I had the privilege of studying in [[India]] with [[His Holiness]] [[Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche]], who was like my grandfather. [[Khyentse Rinpoche]] was a great [[Tibetan]] [[meditation master]], a [[teacher]] of [[teachers]] and kings—among them, [[His Holiness the Dalai Lama]] and the [[king]] of [[Bhutan]]. He was an incredibly soft-spoken [[person]] who radiated power in a gentle way. Each day he would sit on a couch or a bed with his students [[gathered]] around, He was old and big and fat, and he liked to wrap his favorite blankets around his waist. His presence was warm and genuine. His stuff always looked better than everybody else’s. His [[prayer beads]], his old [[Tibetan]] wooden cup—even his blanket— shone with [[goodness]]. In his presence, the value of the most ordinary item increased—not simply because he owned it but because it attracted others. His [[energy]] infected his environment. In his presence there was a [[sense]] of natural [[wealth]] and [[success]] that had nothing to do with [[money]].
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FOR MANY YEARS, I had the privilege of studying in [[India]] with [[His Holiness]] [[Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche]], who was like my grandfather. [[Khyentse Rinpoche]] was a great [[Tibetan]] [[meditation master]], a [[teacher]] of [[teachers]] and kings—among them, [[His Holiness the Dalai Lama]] and the [[king]] of [[Bhutan]]. He was an incredibly soft-spoken [[person]] who radiated power in a gentle way. Each day he would  
  
That is the power of [[lungta]], [[windhorse]]. Lung is “[[wind]]” and ta means “[[horse]].” You see the image of [[windhorse]] printed on the [[prayer flags]] that flutter in the breeze all over [[Tibet]]. It is the ability to bring about long [[life]], good health, [[success]], and [[happiness]]. When we have [[windhorse]], we are able to accomplish what we want without many [[obstacles]], On its back, [[windhorse]] carries a [[wish-fulfilling jewel]]. This [[jewel]] is the [[wisdom]] and [[compassion]] that it takes to act not on behalf of ourselves but for all [[beings]]. This is where real [[confidence]] and competence come from, Once we possess this [[jewel]], our [[life]] becomes blessed. Whatever we want happens without difficulty. Just as if we were to jump on the back of a [[horse]] and ride across the open country, there is nothing in our way. With [[windhorse]], we are like {{Wiki|warriors}} racing over the vast plains of [[Tibet]], our [[victory banners]] fluttering in the [[wind]].
 
  
I meet many [[people]] in my travels, and I can tell just by how they look or speak that {{Wiki|fear}} and [[stress]] are reducing their {{Wiki|life-force}} [[energy]]. They are hampered by drip—a [[Tibetan]] [[word]] that describes contamination of ourselves and the environment—the depletion that comes from living on the “me” plan. Drip is the opposite of [[windhorse]], [[Windhorse]] thrives on [[discernment]] and [[intelligence]]. Drip thrives on lack of it. [[Windhorse]] is the [[element]] that emerges when we engage in [[virtue]]. Drip is the [[element]] that exudes when we engage in [[aggression]] and fixation. We think we have to push to get to where we want to go. [[Windhorse]], comes from paying [[attention]] to how we conduct our [[lives]]. brip comes from [[feeling]] that it doesn’t make a difference. [[Windhorse]] attracts drala—the [[blessing]] [[energy]] that arises when we overcome our own [[aggression]]. Drip attracts [[obstacles]]. [[Windhorse]] is clean fuel, Drip is a layer of goo, like soot from a coal [[fire]]. It [[feels]] dark and heavy, like having tar in our lungs from [[smoking]]. [[Windhorse]] uplifts us. Drip thickens our [[mind]]. By cultivating negativity, we are neglecting our potential to discover basic [[goodness]], and the [[pollutant]] in our system gains the strength to overpower our [[wisdom]] and [[compassion]]. There is no [[drala]]. [[Life]] becomes dark and difficult.
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sit on a couch or a bed with his students [[gathered]] around, He was old and big and fat, and he liked to wrap his favorite blankets around his waist. His presence was warm and genuine. His stuff always looked better than everybody else’s. His [[prayer beads]], his old [[Tibetan]]
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wooden cup—even his blanket— shone with [[goodness]]. In his presence, the value of the most ordinary item increased—not simply because he owned it but because it attracted others. His [[energy]] infected his {{Wiki|environment}}. In his presence there was a [[sense]] of natural [[wealth]] and [[success]] that had nothing to do with [[money]].
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That is the power of [[lungta]], [[windhorse]]. [[Lung]] is “[[wind]]” and [[ta]] means “[[horse]].” You see the image of [[windhorse]] printed on the [[prayer flags]] that flutter in the breeze all over [[Tibet]]. It is the ability to bring about long [[life]], [[good health]], [[success]], and [[happiness]]. When we have [[windhorse]], we are able to accomplish what we want without many [[obstacles]], On its back, [[windhorse]] carries a [[wish-fulfilling jewel]]. This [[jewel]] is the [[wisdom]] and [[compassion]] that it takes to act not on
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behalf of ourselves but for all [[beings]]. This is where real [[confidence]] and competence come from, Once we possess this [[jewel]], our [[life]] becomes blessed. Whatever we want happens without difficulty. Just as if we were to jump on the back of a [[horse]] and ride across the open country, there is nothing in our way. With [[windhorse]], we are like {{Wiki|warriors}} racing over the vast plains of [[Tibet]], our [[victory banners]] fluttering in the [[wind]].
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I meet many [[people]] in my travels, and I can tell just by how they look or speak that {{Wiki|fear}} and [[stress]] are reducing their {{Wiki|life-force}} [[energy]]. They are hampered by [[drip—a]] [[Tibetan]] [[word]] that describes contamination of ourselves and the environment—the depletion that comes from living on the “me” plan. [[Drip]] is the opposite of [[windhorse]], [[Windhorse]] thrives on  
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[[discernment]] and [[intelligence]]. [[Drip]] thrives on lack of it. [[Windhorse]] is the [[element]] that emerges when we engage in [[virtue]]. Drip is the [[element]] that exudes when we engage in [[aggression]] and fixation. We think we have to push to get to where we want to go. [[Windhorse]], comes from paying [[attention]] to how we conduct our [[lives]]. [[brip]] comes from [[feeling]] that it doesn’t make a difference.  
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[[Windhorse]] attracts [[drala]]— the  [[blessing energy]] that arises when we overcome our [[own]] [[aggression]].  
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[[Drip]] attracts [[obstacles]]. [[Windhorse]] is clean fuel, [[Drip]] is a layer of goo, like soot from a coal [[fire]]. It [[feels]] dark and heavy, like having tar in our {{Wiki|lungs}} from [[smoking]].  
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[[Windhorse]] uplifts us.  
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[[Drip]] thickens our [[mind]]. By [[cultivating]] negativity, we are neglecting our potential to discover basic [[goodness]], and the [[pollutant]] in our system gains the strength to overpower our [[wisdom]] and [[compassion]]. There is no [[drala]]. [[Life]] becomes dark and difficult.
  
 
I remember asking my father about the first [[time]] that he ever saw a car. He was a teenager living in [[eastern Tibet]], quite a remote area. He said that he could {{Wiki|smell}} the car for days before he saw it. He didn’t know what the {{Wiki|smell}} was, It just got stronger and stronger, and finally the car arrived. He said that for days after it left, he could still {{Wiki|smell}} it. That’s what drip is like.
 
I remember asking my father about the first [[time]] that he ever saw a car. He was a teenager living in [[eastern Tibet]], quite a remote area. He said that he could {{Wiki|smell}} the car for days before he saw it. He didn’t know what the {{Wiki|smell}} was, It just got stronger and stronger, and finally the car arrived. He said that for days after it left, he could still {{Wiki|smell}} it. That’s what drip is like.
  
Drip “drips” on us. We [[experience]] it as a film that covers everything. This film is a {{Wiki|reflection}} of negative [[psychological]] leftovers in our environment, the exhaust and pollution of the “me” plan. When our [[mind]] is habitually agitated and discursive, drip becomes a veil of normality. As if our [[eyes]] are not fully open, we expect things to be a little dark and dirty all the [[time]]. In being fooled by the veil, we become imprecise. We believe that it doesn’t {{Wiki|matter}} what we say, think, do, or eat, so we ignore our [[mental]] and [[physical]] environment. Acting on self-interest seems natural, and we engage in [[activities]] that reduce our {{Wiki|life-force}} [[energy]]. V/e eat [[food]] that weakens our system. We speak words that {{Wiki|diminish}} our integrity. We constantly seek entertainment. We wear [[clothes]] that make us [[feel]] lazy. Living our [[life]] in a nonchalant way, we miss so many opportunities. Things just don’t work out; our [[energy]] is perennially low, We forget about [[wisdom]] and [[compassion]]. We forget that every moment of our [[life]] is important. If we’re not exerting ourselves toward [[virtue]], then most likely we’ll be swayed into [[non-virtue]], and “What about me?” will just become stronger.
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Drip “drips” on us. We [[experience]] it as a film that covers everything. This film is a {{Wiki|reflection}} of negative [[psychological]] leftovers in our {{Wiki|environment}}, the exhaust and pollution of the “me” plan. When our [[mind]] is habitually agitated and discursive, drip becomes a [[veil]] of normality. As if our [[eyes]] are not fully open, we expect things to be a little dark and dirty all the [[time]].  
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In being fooled by the [[veil]], we become imprecise. We believe that it doesn’t {{Wiki|matter}} what we say, think, do, or eat, so we ignore our [[mental]] and [[physical]] {{Wiki|environment}}. Acting on [[self-interest]] seems natural, and we engage in [[activities]] that reduce our {{Wiki|life-force}} [[energy]]. V/e eat [[food]] that weakens our system. We speak words that {{Wiki|diminish}} our [[integrity]]. We  
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constantly seek {{Wiki|entertainment}}. We wear [[clothes]] that make us [[feel]] lazy. Living our [[life]] in a nonchalant way, we miss so many opportunities. Things just don’t work out; our [[energy]] is perennially low, We forget about [[wisdom]] and [[compassion]]. We forget that every [[moment]] of our [[life]] is important. If we’re not exerting ourselves toward [[virtue]], then most likely we’ll be swayed into [[non-virtue]], and “What about me?” will just become stronger.
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Drip takes on its own [[life]] as [[obstacles]], Accomplishing what we want becomes more difficult. We miss the bus; we get a parking ticket; we become ill. The most serious [[obstacle]] is the [[idea]] of “me;’ which keeps us from [[seeing]] our own basic [[goodness]]. Out of that [[doubt]] comes [[ignorance]], and out of [[ignorance]] come [[negative emotions]], which produce more harmful acts, which make the dark age darker. [[Buddhists]] consider [[physical]] illnesses to be the results of previous [[negative actions]]; from that point of [[view]], the {{Wiki|disease}} of ”me” is the [[root]] of all {{Wiki|disease}}. It’s the one that keeps [[samsara]] going…
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Drip takes on its [[own]] [[life]] as [[obstacles]], Accomplishing what we want becomes more difficult. We miss the bus; we get a parking ticket; we become ill. The most serious [[obstacle]] is the [[idea]] of “me;’ which keeps us from [[seeing]] our [[own]] basic [[goodness]]. Out of that [[doubt]] comes [[ignorance]], and out of [[ignorance]] come [[negative emotions]], which produce more harmful acts, which make the dark age darker. [[Buddhists]] consider [[physical]] [[illnesses]] to be the results of previous [[negative actions]]; from that point of [[view]], the {{Wiki|disease}} of ”me” is the [[root]] of all {{Wiki|disease}}. It’s the one that keeps [[samsara]] going…
 
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 (Extract from Ruling Your World by Sakyong Mipham Rinpoche)

When we have windhorse, we are able to accomplish what we want without many obstacles.

FOR MANY YEARS, I had the privilege of studying in India with His Holiness Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, who was like my grandfather. Khyentse Rinpoche was a great Tibetan meditation master, a teacher of teachers and kings—among them, His Holiness the Dalai Lama and the king of Bhutan. He was an incredibly soft-spoken person who radiated power in a gentle way. Each day he would


sit on a couch or a bed with his students gathered around, He was old and big and fat, and he liked to wrap his favorite blankets around his waist. His presence was warm and genuine. His stuff always looked better than everybody else’s. His prayer beads, his old Tibetan

wooden cup—even his blanket— shone with goodness. In his presence, the value of the most ordinary item increased—not simply because he owned it but because it attracted others. His energy infected his environment. In his presence there was a sense of natural wealth and success that had nothing to do with money.


That is the power of lungta, windhorse. Lung is “wind” and ta means “horse.” You see the image of windhorse printed on the prayer flags that flutter in the breeze all over Tibet. It is the ability to bring about long life, good health, success, and happiness. When we have windhorse, we are able to accomplish what we want without many obstacles, On its back, windhorse carries a wish-fulfilling jewel. This jewel is the wisdom and compassion that it takes to act not on

behalf of ourselves but for all beings. This is where real confidence and competence come from, Once we possess this jewel, our life becomes blessed. Whatever we want happens without difficulty. Just as if we were to jump on the back of a horse and ride across the open country, there is nothing in our way. With windhorse, we are like warriors racing over the vast plains of Tibet, our victory banners fluttering in the wind.


I meet many people in my travels, and I can tell just by how they look or speak that fear and stress are reducing their life-force energy. They are hampered by drip—a Tibetan word that describes contamination of ourselves and the environment—the depletion that comes from living on the “me” plan. Drip is the opposite of windhorse, Windhorse thrives on

discernment and intelligence. Drip thrives on lack of it. Windhorse is the element that emerges when we engage in virtue. Drip is the element that exudes when we engage in aggression and fixation. We think we have to push to get to where we want to go. Windhorse, comes from paying attention to how we conduct our lives. brip comes from feeling that it doesn’t make a difference.


Windhorse attracts drala— the blessing energy that arises when we overcome our own aggression.
Drip attracts obstacles. Windhorse is clean fuel, Drip is a layer of goo, like soot from a coal fire. It feels dark and heavy, like having tar in our lungs from smoking.
Windhorse uplifts us.


Drip thickens our mind. By cultivating negativity, we are neglecting our potential to discover basic goodness, and the pollutant in our system gains the strength to overpower our wisdom and compassion. There is no drala. Life becomes dark and difficult.

I remember asking my father about the first time that he ever saw a car. He was a teenager living in eastern Tibet, quite a remote area. He said that he could smell the car for days before he saw it. He didn’t know what the smell was, It just got stronger and stronger, and finally the car arrived. He said that for days after it left, he could still smell it. That’s what drip is like.

Drip “drips” on us. We experience it as a film that covers everything. This film is a reflection of negative psychological leftovers in our environment, the exhaust and pollution of the “me” plan. When our mind is habitually agitated and discursive, drip becomes a veil of normality. As if our eyes are not fully open, we expect things to be a little dark and dirty all the time.

In being fooled by the veil, we become imprecise. We believe that it doesn’t matter what we say, think, do, or eat, so we ignore our mental and physical environment. Acting on self-interest seems natural, and we engage in activities that reduce our life-force energy. V/e eat food that weakens our system. We speak words that diminish our integrity. We


constantly seek entertainment. We wear clothes that make us feel lazy. Living our life in a nonchalant way, we miss so many opportunities. Things just don’t work out; our energy is perennially low, We forget about wisdom and compassion. We forget that every moment of our life is important. If we’re not exerting ourselves toward virtue, then most likely we’ll be swayed into non-virtue, and “What about me?” will just become stronger.


Drip takes on its own life as obstacles, Accomplishing what we want becomes more difficult. We miss the bus; we get a parking ticket; we become ill. The most serious obstacle is the idea of “me;’ which keeps us from seeing our own basic goodness. Out of that doubt comes ignorance, and out of ignorance come negative emotions, which produce more harmful acts, which make the dark age darker. Buddhists consider physical illnesses to be the results of previous negative actions; from that point of view, the disease of ”me” is the root of all disease. It’s the one that keeps samsara going…

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