Milarepa

The Life of Milarepa
A man who most would think would have no hope, no dreams, no life, no progress, no thought that there could ever be any hope, that he would get better.. How insane to participate in the killing of so many people, when they were flesh and blood, how could anyone ever think of performing such treason, is there any reason to ever trust in someone like this again? How could anyone? Most would defend..
Yet Milarepa showed the world what he could..
At first there was such guilt, without disguise.. He cursed his name, a thousand times..
He resisted healing from gurus around... He suffered so much, but through leaps and bounds.. he kept on going, finding that within all that masterpiece of pain, there was some glory, and some sweetness and depth.. he realized this is all we have that's left, beyond the multiple of layers, of skin, and mind, and bones, and feathers..

That we all have oneness and have it now.
That we all have the ability to reach it somehow.
But all the layers he faced and how..
All the guilt and blame and frowns..
All the hatred his family stored..
All the anger and attachment of it more and more..
He had to face all those layers,
face them straight on, face them each time they faced him.
And at times it was difficult to see..
All the layers screaming deep within..

But deep in the heart he knew it wasn't personal.
That all of us souls go through timeless dimensions..
We may do things that are horrible and that we regret,
but may we realize we don't have to be prisoners forever
of the things we fetched..

At times in plain anger we create such wars,
we create such struggles,
of selfish roars...

But we can go beyond anything we can.
Even if its tremendous, just like this man.
He faced what he did and he was so sorry..
But he went