Boundaries

We're on a bridge.
Between Manchuria and Russia.
It's cold outside and snowing.
Too many people are texting.
They're missing something: we can't figure out which language to use.
Russian or Manchurian.
There's a Tibetan monk here, Tzochen Rimpoche.
He's laughing.
The one culture espouses one set of beliefs and the other another set.
It's confusing.
There's a Green Beret ODA here too.
They're on horseback.
"Hey, you guys, what's up? How do you know?"
"You have to inquire within yourself. Then you can stand still in the earthquake
and radioactivity."
Odd, that is virtually what Tzochen Rimpoche just said.
It's not exactly self reliance.
It's knowing one's own heart that expands one's soul to include others.
Then the language is facile and people get it even if the words don't quite fit.
The sense comes through the tone, not the particulars.
They can be worked out in the relationship.
No one has to be left on the bridge, or caught in the cultural intersections
that are occurring everywhere at once.
Staying with the e-devices and texting, messaging, gaming, linking, googling
all lend to being stuck on the bridge and hurt at the intersection.
Holy Cow, I didn't see the light change and that truck just nailed my Lexus.
Easy Does It.
Singing works when the power is out.
We can get along without email and the net.
Just observe.