Ray Quesada (08-08-1986)
A Sincere Prayer and Wish for All
With my spirit humbled by knowledge of Compassion, Suffering, and Eternity, and with the kindness of Buddha radiating through beginingless time, I offer a sincere wish for all beings, past, present, and future.
This wish does not discriminate any single being, from the greatest teacher, to the lowliest lifeform or the most criminal soul, in past, present, or future lives, which are eternally connected. I speak this wish in pure honesty, from the deepest Essence of my being, the Essence I have shared with all beings in infinite lives together. May all beings be blessed with infinite lives to be born, make attachments, suffer, and eventually die.
I offer unconditional love and empathy to all beings as much as I can in this life, even to those only imaginary in this world called Earth. I pray for forgiveness for my shortcomings in this life, and for the serenity in this life to always make each day as joyful as I can make it for myself and for all beings.
May each private life find eventual peace and refuge in knowing that Nirvana is attainable, even in Samsara, and is equally obtainable to all beings, those enlightened and those in the darkest reaches of Hell, at all moments within Timelessness, the ever-still Source of all that Is. I peacefully request the conscious and unconscious assistance from all beings in this Present Moment, and offer all beings the forgiveness that they themselves wish to give to themselves and to others.
May all beings find the Truth and share it graciously with each other, even amidst the eternal pains of Samsara. The desire to pass subjective judgement on beings I gladfully surrender, with the sincerest human hopes of the eventual eradication of all that is still impure within my spirit.
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