Pure view means understanding all forms as the body of deity, clearly appearing yet empty of inherent solidity, all sounds as the tune of mantra, naturally free in the expanse of open awareness, resounding like echoes, and all mental events as inseparable from their essence, substanceless knowing.
The Song of Enlightenment is a Chan Buddhist poem that dates back to the middle years of the Tang Dynasty. The text is attributed to the poet-monk Yongjia Xuanjue who was a disciple of Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch in the Chan line and the founder of the Southern School of Enlightenment, which puts him and this text in the direct up line of the great Zen tradition.
Lying to ourselves, Every day in a million ways, Pretending to be a little more green, special, a little more enlightened, a little more yogi, pretending to be a little more wise, smart, tough, retrospective, wiseass, noble, athletic, gentle, colloquial, worldly, competent, competitive.
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I look around me and ask myself; is this my world, Greed, destruction, wars, gossip
I look around me and ask myself; is this my world, Beauty, nature, laughter, love
A poem for Yeshe by Yeshen, the poet. Love beyond time accompanied by timeless music.
Lo and behold, you mighty brave soul! This life is a multifaceted shining jewel, hologram of unseen dimensions made of the mystery that is molten light.
With the sun in my heart, Shining love to all beings, I contentedly sit in the, Great wholly site of Mother Nature and write an invocation of your primordial nature.