Songs of Milkweed, A Gift from the Fields
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PREFACE
This lovely book contains numerous works written by myself; Lama Milkweed L. Augustine. They are a collection of poems, short, but riveting stories that will surely take one back into "our" time. Our past and our ways of life. However, like all of my literary works, the words will equally bring the reader to his knees in a complexity of very human emotions. Exposing our deepest desires, our needs, and our fears. The frail joys that equally manifest. But mostly, it avidly and chronically reminds us that we need each other in order to truly become survivors and believers. Believers in the truth. The very truth that is God.
This child of the backwoods really does remember a different time and a different place. Where simplicity staved off utter chaos and bitter discord; That be a complete discontentment. Some of these entries written in these pages date back to my early childhood as an aspiring writer, and as a woman of religion.
These sometimes inadvertent philosophies that I have always contained within me, will possibly strike a chord of a joyous eruption within the reader. Telling us that the spirit will forever be that precious commodity; Regardless of these drastically, and often frightening times. To bring back that old familiar glow so often associated with childhood. The literal ties to the bountiful land and all that is within it; Both seen and unseen. To never once forget the precious inner values that were lovingly taught to us by our families long ago. The many stories will again, strike a chord of a non-conformity, and possibly feelings of absolutional ethics. Ethics that are surely likened to nothing today. The sense of fantasy is also copiously advantaged through the pages of this book.
But even encased within this mode of sometimes unrelenting fantasy, there ever stabs a non-sentimental reminder of the outside world-The world that absolutely no one can possibly live effectively without. Starkly reminding us that suffering and painful discord will continue to echo in the hidden entities of the human heart. The literal archives of the spirit that will forever remain intact regardless if he/she is contented or not.
The reader will possibly encounter lost memories or flowing eddies of the distant past. Either joyous or sorrowful. The leaf-laden path into the ancient unconscious beckons one onward into a secretive destiny. A destiny of a peaceful, and not so peaceful reckoning. The spirit of humanity. Through the pages that are indeed plentiful, the overall message that is dominant is quite clear.
"Love, guidance, compassion." These wavering, but constant titles of behavior and thought are truly just what this Lama needs-Just as we all do. But, we need to equally reflect these things firstly within ourselves before reaching towards them in the outer realm of the world.
As this writer has so numerously and tirelessly depicts; "No one, but no one is an island unto himself." And we truly need God in our lives in order to effectively grow and mature into the beautiful and predestined people we truly are.
"Children of God."
Ven. Lama Rimpoche
Miss Milkweed L. Augustine
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"WE" also can''t forget those great older cars, now can we? I so much love to recall, while seated in the back seat at the old drive-in theatre, back in our wooded home in Middleboro. During the late 1960''s, and all through the 70''s, the lower part of each seat in the front, but gazed upon from the back; Down at the base of each seat, covered with the same colored leather or vinyl, was the little foot-like attachment to motion the seat forwards and back again. However, this specific wraparound piece of material was an extension, and appeared in the same shape as a leg of lamb, or beef. Meaning, it was large at the top where it was attached to the actual seat, them tapered down like a shank. This feature of the cars back then had always fascinated me to such an overpowering extent. Looking back to all of those wonderful memories associated with cars, the woods which appeared to be ubiquitous, or everywhere. Either way, everything seemed better in "our" time; Didn''t it? I
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"SONGS OF MILKWEED; A GIFT FROM THE FIELDS", is a book of unrivaled beauty, great sadness, and intrigue. It explicitly talks about the Lama''s profound and countless struggles, as well as those hidden glories, and ensplendouring insights inspired through living the call of religious existence, as well as that of horrific forms of bodily and spiritual neglect, and torture with wrongful imprisonments.
There are numerous writings that were specially chosen, in which that the author has exemplified with the deepest of our concealed emotions. One is able to see just how her very life was affected through these many enlightening entries. Some entries the author had written go far back as 1981, when she was just fourteen y ears old. A remarkably told book that truly gets to the very "heart" of all of us. Where we are thusly reminded of the everlasting light above us: And within us.
The many striking photos and drawings also enclosed in these pages, and with their captions, fully epitomize the Lama at her real and truest calling that is solely encompassed, and combined with religion. Along with that of religion, she expresses her concerns to endlessly preserve the past: Both inwardly, and outwardly. Telling her own two respected colleagues, and the stunned reader, about these professions, but with the greatest sense of humble dignity. Lama Milkweed L. Augustine, now Venerable Rimpoche, also tells of "THE GOOD FEARLESS DEATH." But, told through the very eyes and spirit of one who is on the brink of certain demise, however done so in a loving manner customary to her medical field. Depicting, as well as reminding us, of just what our loving Lord and Savior has done.
"It is because of HIM, we no longer have a casket and a headstone to look forward to."
Ven. Lama Rimpoche,
Miss Milkweed L. Augustine
About the Author
Ven. Lama Rimpoche, or Lama Milkweed L. Augustine, has done much in the name of human suffering, and is a courageous activist for human rights, religious affairs. A torture survivor and one whom is extremely compassionate, Lama Milkweed brings her “hidden” works to the eyes of readers to continuously expose our most deepest needs, as well as the human condition. Striving to touch people in ways that few religious leaders have done in this county.
A woman of great courage and profound convictions; Lama Milkweed strives with zeal to make people really stop and think about all of those who society simply “throws” away – including this woman herself (including Newton mass, MT.IDA College.)
Songs of Milkweed: a gift from the fields, expresses avidly how she lives and has lived, as well as the various outlooks imposed onto us all from the outside world; particularly from the incredulousness of society whom the author fluidly believes, “the dying, handicapped, ill , and poor and disadvantaged, etc, do not deserve a chance for a better life, it’s quality, as well as it’s ending”
The Venerable Lama Rimpoche, Miss Milkweed L. Augustine, speaks to all in a mode rarely expressed by her fellow established authors and leaders of religious faith. A magnificent individual whom society has unequivocally thrown away.”