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SURESHVARA – THE SECOND KING OF SHAMBHALA

In TANTRIC POETRY by Douglas J. Penick0 Comments

Determined that none who are born shall linger in the bonds of suffering,
He is the protector of all children and carries a child in the crook of his right arm.
He is the compassion of the Buddha,
Inseparable from every form of life,
The final liberator of all who suffer all the tortures of hell.

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THE COSMIC MIRROR

In TANTRIC POETRY by Douglas J. Penick0 Comments

Now, without logic or consequence, sight, sound, smell, taste and touch, shine. Free from the limits of perceiver, perception or consciousness. This is the all-encompassing radiance of the cosmic mirror.

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LISTEN UP – MILAREPA SINGS

In TANTRIC POETRY by Steven Goodman6 Comments

Listen dear, listen up Rechungpa, your old man Milarepa here, I sleep sometimes & sleeping. . . meditate, sleeping & sleeping, just that is meditation, the murky fog turns clear, there’s a way & I’m the guy who knows how others don’t, but if they did, I’d be happy.

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A CHARIOT FOR KNOWLEDGE-HOLDERS

In TANTRIC POETRY by Erik Pema Kunsang11 Comments

The voice belongs to a yogi. He has for some reason felt compelled to give me a small stack of single sheets of script in Tibetan writing or print. He disappears right away into the mist. I sit in a little cave above the Lotus Lake in Himachal Pradesh and happily open up the cloth-wrapped stack of pages.

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THE SONG OF THE VAJRA

In TANTRIC POETRY by Steven Goodman7 Comments

As indestructible as the Vajra, As stable as the mountain, As pure as the lotus, Strong as a lion, Incomparable bliss, Beyond all limits; Illumination, Equanimity, Peak of the Dharma, Light of the Universe, Perfect since the very beginning.

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EVERYTHING IS EVERYTHING – A SONG BY MILAREPA

In TANTRIC POETRY by Steven Goodman8 Comments

Once while walking down the street a homeless guy asked me for some money. I glanced into his clear open eyes and was seized with a yearning to be of assistance. I fumbled for change, but had none. I looked at him, again, and said “I’m sorry, man, I have nothing”. And he said: “That’s alright man, everything is everything.”