Here is a meditation song to sing right after waking up. Such a song can resonate into every moment, every action, and give strength to make a day better by connecting with love and genuine presence. It comes from Padmasambhava, and the tune is original, the same as Tulku Urgyen sang in Tibetan, but the words are translated into English. Erik and I just recorded it this morning after waking up. Everyone is invited to use the song.
In the moments just before dusk the light lengthens, lemon-gold, over the grass: swells, then billows flags of flame tearing in the wind, wave after wave of ochre and umber resounding on the shores of evening, and finally becomes a thing almost incarnate—the clear flesh of the orchid evaporating on its stem might be the opposite of this— and thoughtless you reach to touch it so it thins, fades, and is gone.
We began by viewing each other as enemies and ended up holding hands—a young college student and a broken soldier holding hands together in the brightness of early winter. I give his story to you now because it’s all I can do to relieve the heavy tenderness I still feel for him to this day.
SYLVAN DROPSView Post
My darling Earth Pig I bow to your beneficent bounty Amid toils of duty and servitude To further your brood …
With life’s ceaseless hurdles, I imagine my dear fellow being banging their pity head on pillows, supposedly hitting their skull hard, wracking their brain, wondering and almost wishing that it pop out, frantically to see what is there that makes one forget.
Guru is heart, guru is luminous, substanceless mind-essence. By the virtue of his or her own training and devotion to benefit beings, the guru in human form embodies heartmind, and by embodying it brings it out in those with eyes to see and ears to hear, who also have a body alive enough to feel their own life and what is around. Like the real authentic guru himself or herself, heartmind remains ungraspable and indefinable, even as a person.
Come to me in astral view
Watching me watching you
The body that I see
Is made of stars a Dakini
Away A way Away A way
Becoming the river´s songView Post
Homage to the sole protector, Wish-fulfilling vase of goodness. Reliable Guide who knows. Dazzling King of utter beauty. Ferocious Destroyer of all hesitation. Hear our longing cries for help.
Precious, supreme bhikkhu. Of soft words and gentle gestures. Careful steps and immediate attention. Your hands reach out for us. Every time we trip up and begin to fall again.
Recently I saw a high-quality giclée print from an original appliqué thangka created by the artist Leslie Nguyen Temple. I was entranced by the image entitled, “White Tara in New York City” and knew that Leslie and her husband Terris had collaborated on large-scale works for many years with the 17th Gyalwang Karmapa and that he took a keen interest in their personal artwork as well.
THE CIRCLE OF AWARENESSView Post
THE TANTRA OF COFFEEView Post
YEAR OF THE EARTH DOGView Post
In Europe, since ancient Greece, scientists and artists of all times have studied and gone to great lengths to liken musical systems and the cosmic order. The idea has come to be called names such as, The Harmony of the Spheres and the science of harmonics. To be fair, this tradition or the philosophy of a musical cosmos is now widely regarded as a form of numerological mysticism rather than science.
THE SHADOW OF MY HANDS MOVINGView Post
FARMHOUSE IN KOPAN 1976View Post
MY GURUView Post
I AM COMING OUT AS A HUMAN BEINGView Post
A poem about the experience and recognition of the moment and the power within. Accompanied by photographs I have taken of such very special moments that I have found my self to be in.