So even the Dolly Llama hisself said it, that if you’ve sat all this time and your bum is sore and your knees has cricks in em and you’ve had about all the sex dreams and power dreams you can have, and the sky of your mind is getting kinda clear, but still there’s a self there, the D.L. says it’s okay because even the Buddha himself had a self. And those winds he talks about, that form whatever we are, well I feel them sometimes when it’s a little while before the movie starts and Else has gone out for popcorn and I’m sitting there and this thing moves through me it could be one of them four winds but before I know it Else is back rubbing my thigh and the salt is on my tongue. The D.L. says we should be good human beings and not drink too much beer, and that of all the authorities there are, Exalted Wisdom is best. He looks real sweet in the picture on the cover, but he says he’s the embodiment of the Mahakala the wrathful god, what could that mean? I swear, there’s more going on here than meets the eye.

From the Winter 1984 issue of Inquiring Mind (Vol. 1, No. 2)

Text © 1984–2023 by Alia Johnson