I figure if it’s good enough for the Dalai Lama, it’s good enough for me. Word has it that he wakes up every morning with seven sentences on his lips. And they all begin with “May I …” As in there are forces here with us that are too big to see, too stunning for human beings to absorb. May those forces align in such a way that I can contribute to the ones who need contribution. For why else be on our dear planet? I could become rich, famous, handsome, athletic and immensely intelligent. So what? All else pales before the ability and willingness to love … without hesitation, without evaluating the wisdom of such an action, without any diluting.
I’m going to print out the Dalai Lama’s words. I commit to joining him. I commit to the memorizing and the saying every morning for the rest of my life. You have my word.
May I be a raft for people to cross the flood
May I be medicine for the sick
May I be food for the hungry
May I be a resting place for the weary
May I be a lamp in the darkness of ignorance
May I be an inspiration for those who have lost hope
May I do this as long as Earth and sky and suns and galaxies exist