Sun Buddah, Moon Buddah

Tristan's mom, Deb, here. Tristan asked me to post this to his blog, Letters Home. He'll be unable log on or read any comments for about 17 weeks, but has asked me to transcribe any letters he sends. Once he finds out what his address is, I'll post that, and then ( he has asked), please write to him. Letters will be like water on a parched ground. Thank you all for the love you poured out onto him over the last couple of weeks. We just left him at the hotel, and he flies out, I'm told, on Wed. So here's his last post;

This is how it is. The sun is up, but falling. The hotel room is a little humid, the elevator quiet. Not waiting, not tense or nervous any more.

Tomorrow I take an oath, swear to have this new breath as mine. No fear any more. Simply being. Nothing is out of place as I step to the ledge.

'Don't be afraid,' I keep being told. 'Have faith,' I tell myself. Wait, wait, wait and see, be patient like a redwood tree.

Be where you are unreservedly, completely.

Build a wind as solid as a fortified city.

Then confront the Tempter with the weapon of insight.

And (proceeding without attachment)

Guard what you have already conquered.

The Dhammapada, ch3 vs8