I have beheld the face of Vajrayogini. She has come alive opening all of my sense doors!
In my eyes’ reflection in the mirror while brushing my teeth.
In the gap between strong, negative emotional reactions/thoughts and awareness.
In the fire in my belly when sitting in meditation.
In the stale, dark dangerous air I breathe out forcefully during 9-point breathing.
In the chuckle when I catch myself holding on too tight.
In the sound of my name, Yeshe Wangmo.
In the aversion to the odor of our compost pile.
In the sweetness of the flavor of my morning apple.
In the yearning and longing, now everything seems to be a representation of VY leading me to wake up for benefit of all.