Sign at the Rental Stable

For Fast Riders – We have fast horses.

For Slow Riders – We have slow horses.

For Those Who Have Never Ridden – We have horses that have never been ridden.

Song of the galloping horse of a yogi.

In the mountain hermitage which is my body,
In the temple of my breast
At the summit of the triangle of my heart,
The horse which is my mind flies like the wind
He gallops on the plains of great bliss.
If he persists, he will attain the rank of a victorious Buddha.
Going backward, he cuts the root of samsara.
Going forward he reaches the high land of buddhahood.
Astride such a horse, one attains the highest illumination

[translated by Losang P. Lhalungpa]