|from Lohbado's sketchbook|
One could train the mind to relax. One could make an effort to understand and have compassion, to not be so self-absorbed, rigid and opinionated. This is what Lohbado told himself when he wandered through the valley of the shadow of death. The loud cry of a crow, its impressive dark body flying across the neighbourhood filled him with a sense of infinite nature, which comforted him. As he gazed towards the silver buildings on the horizon and at tree branches in silhouette against the sky and at the sun breaking through the clouds, his heart felt overjoyed. It was possible to let go of mental boundaries imposed by a wretched little self and to open the heart and mind to unlimited friendliness.