Saturday, 9 April 2016


If, by Rudyard Kipling.

This hung on the wall of Marpa House when I was younger. It’s since disappeared. It was, apparently, a gift from Lady Pybus, mother of Lady Diana, wife of Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche. I took the time to stop and read it nearly everyday—just as I always stopped and bowed to the Indian in front of the MFA in Boston.
Here ’tis. May it be of benefit:


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