Padmasambhava said:

(alt.title=rhymed couplets and triptychs
for the aborted children of Krishnamurti)

“Though the view should be as vast as the sky,
keep your conduct as fine as barley flour.”

how fine is barley flour, how vast is the sky,
how many Icarus have fallen trying to fly?

Siddhartha abandoned, his family to see:
if perhaps the Buddha could out-wait the tree.

a Nazarene questioned the wisdom of his Father;
how do we judge the son, that entered the garden?

days pass by and understanding grows deeper
sometimes i wonder: are we our teacher's keeper?