I sang echoes of the past ages, Blessed were the words I sang, I sang with eyes shut and heart wide open, I believe that when there is no beginning there can never be an end. As naked as the wind I sat in freedom, as clouded as the clouded sky came my thoughts, I stared deep into thin air, and I found myself absorbed, again no where.
NO! Not Now but NOW! Most people associate Now with time and space. The ultimate Now is a self-existing awareness beyond the dualistic concern of ‘here and now’ and ‘there and then’ which are concepts of time and space. The authentic Now concerns not time and space. It is just a simple and natural presence. It is not what we experience nor is it different.
Midnight pools catch the brilliant lanterns carried by women in procession. Deep into sleep I follow them home. As their voices mingle with dawn’s first rays, light flickers across the trellised blossoms Late into morning I wake. The Swayambhu Stupa, long risen from the mist, gleams.
A brilliant article on fusing creative art with contemplative or spiritual practice, with a poetic ode to Allan Bridge a.k.a. Mr. Apology. “I know many artists for whom the seed of inspiration was first nurtured by close association with a spiritual and artistic mentor. Quite simply, there’s no substitute for the knowledge that you can glean up close from watching an inspired artist at work in the flesh, breathing the same air and directly observing the creative process as it unfolds. It is a form of knowledge that unfolds in a wordless fashion much like the truth of the Flower Sermon.”
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.
“You” are not more important than the lute, As “you” tend to misunderstand “yourself”. Your deepest fear, sadness, hope, those that you still have to recognize, are harmonic progressions in the One Song, The game of swirly rainbow music light that any protest or noise in your mind is made of. Any name, any forgetfulness, any drama of whatever tone, is a variation of the Rainbow Song.
In South Korea the government supports skilled craftsmen financially, so they can focus solely on their arts and crafts during their productive years. Han Sang-Soo was such a living treasure, designated by the Cultural Heritage Administration – exactly number 80 out of many fine craftsmen and women mastering various arts. She died a few years ago, having worked 60 years with embroidery.
Chanting creates a bridge between the understanding of the head and the understanding of the heart. It brings body, speech and mind together in one flowing gesture. It is a joyful thing to do, which naturally brings forth your dignity; effortlessly you sit straight up, you concentrate, you relax and go through the words without any hesitation.
My jolly demeanor puts everyone in good cheer and as all the dream beings adopt my attitude of pure generosity and sharing,
all lack, or sense of scarcity is completely banished and instead everyone delights in a wonderful feeling of abundance, satisfaction, and contentedness.