The quotations from ‘Tracts of the Sun’ for Valentine’s Day— the fourteenth of February. ‘Tracts of the Sun’ is a substantial collection of Vajrayana quotes from the Nyingma Lamas Ngak’chang Rinpoche and Khandro Déchen —— for each day of the year.

There are also quotations at the beginning of each month from Terton Drukdra Dorji Rinpoche and Bhumrampa Kharchen Wangchuk. The book was compiled and introduced by Kha’drön Pamo & Druk-tsal Dorje and published by Aro Books worldwide.

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Falling in love—if it is authentic love—betokens the eventual death of the ‘me’ project.

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Romance is a remarkable challenge — but one needs to rise to the challenge by disappearing as a solid, permanent, separate, continuous, and defined entity.

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Love is centreless dance: the spontaneous self-reflection of the interpenetrating-interengulfing quality of reality. Love is the poetic turbulence of each moment, in which mutual rhyming manifests without effort or contrivance.

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Love is there when the artificial divisions dissolve into the iridescent spectrum of the beginningless nature of individuation. The love which radiates from the primordial state cannot help but sparkle through – no matter how insecure, frightened, isolated, anxious, or bewildered people become.

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Falling in love is catching a glimpse of one’s self-secret inner dPa’wo or khandro — the hidden male aspect of yoginis and the hidden female aspect of yogis. For Vajrayanists, falling in love is khandro dPa’wo reflection — and if one finds the presence of awareness in that refection, one discoverers rigpa.

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Romance—falling in love—is a reflection of emptiness for a Vajrayana practitioner. There are many aspects to romance that require one to be a better practitioner. One has to be kind and open-minded. One has to be generous and appreciative. One has to put one’s own needs aside — and to a certain extent be selfless. The opposite approach would tend to terminate romance.

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If boundaries are allowed to blur, lovers become endless flurries of provocative movement – gestures which express love: in the way in which a whale surfaces or a shark discovers its depth; the way in which surf roils in swells of the ocean and waves crash into bright shingle; the way a gull cries; an owl feels night beneath her wings; the wind blows; snow falls; thunder rolls; ice melts; frost glitters; or the sun and moon blaze through the unknown swathe of time.