I have a compelling but uncomfortable mysteriously so relationship with the deity in tibetan buddhism of Green tara. I prayed once to not fall on ice that day, the whole walk. I prayed to Green tara: before I started pryaing, something told me it was frivolous to do so. And anyway, despite praying like mad, I fell and really hurt myslef. Since then, i am always puzzled by Green tara whom i have strated praying to again. I deeply lack wisdom, i think that is her message to me. But I trust she knows me and guides me like she sees fit when I offer her incense or pray for her protection. It is very possible that , as I suspect, my lack of wisdom is deeply illustrtaed in my egocentrism. I care more about my feelings than that of others. Maybe that is what annoys and irritates the perfect wisdom compassion of Green tara with me and about me.
The Poetry Dervish