{"id":37150,"date":"2017-08-05T17:12:37","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T21:12:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=37150"},"modified":"2017-08-25T15:23:20","modified_gmt":"2017-08-25T19:23:20","slug":"rinpoche","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/rinpoche\/","title":{"rendered":"Rinpoche"},"content":{"rendered":"<\/div>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<br \/>\nOne of my teachers walks a red streak as he glides across the sheet of ice outside the window<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t see if his feet are moving beneath his robes<\/p>\n<p>or if they are even touching the ground<br \/>\nHis eyes hold the way through the mountain pass<\/p>\n<p>each step narrower along the rigid crevasse<\/p>\n<p>the taste of boiled shoe broth may never leave the memory on his tongue<\/p>\n<p>but when he speaks he is aware of every word<br \/>\nevery single one<\/p>\n<p>He knows silence<\/p>\n<p>And shows the fullness in the emptiness of all things<\/p>\n<p>Infinite potential rests easy in the mirror of his eyes<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-large wp-image-37737\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_7596-1-768x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"853\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_7596-1-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/IMG_7596-1-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":907,"featured_media":37737,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441],"tags":[680,2458,146,10,2116,392],"class_list":["post-37150","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","tag-poetrymarathon","tag-khenpo-karthar-rinpoche","tag-love-inspiration","tag-poetry","tag-poetrymarathon2017","tag-writing-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37150","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/907"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=37150"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37150\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":44625,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/37150\/revisions\/44625"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/37737"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=37150"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=37150"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=37150"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}