I wanted the music to mingle unobtrusively with the sounds of the garden. By not creating a continuous web of sound with the instruments, as one normally would expect from music, and by always letting the music disappear into silence at unexpected places, my listening experience became that of a calm awareness of the entire field of sound around me. The sounds from the everyday become part of the music; an old man drove by on his bicycle and by the fountain were people playing games.
From musician and poet Yeshen, a mood-reading with instrumental soundtrack and free-flowing poetry. Desi Donutz, a poem dedicated to Saraswati.
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.
Enjoy Yeshen’s music and poetry. Here is an opportunity to rap along – from your heart straight to Padmasambhava’s.
I am so honored to know this group of wise and beautiful beings from all over the world. We have meditated together for many years now, since many of them were very small children, and I have watched them grow up in an environment where peace, compassion and wisdom were emphasised and valued. They have blossomed into amazing human beings with understanding beyond their years, as is seen in the words of the video here.
A little song of four reminders with music by Adam Moes. This song is about how to make the best out of our human life, and Adams Ukulele and his unassuming devotion is a winner. It melts away self-importance and self-aggrandizement, paving the way for true spirituality.
Proudly presenting a fabulous fusion of poetry and music by Seema Sahoo & Yeshen Dorje.
Passages of an empty hourglass, reflected in a receptacle of water, rippleless still. A crystal visage mollycoddled by dense clouds apparition. A wintry ice-glazed chill. That kills with matricidal harm, woe of hearts as shattered remnants, calm not the anxious calamity of death.
I was not limited by myself anymore. This opened my heart which I, by the way noticed is the door to heaven and suddenly I was surrounded by this enormously beautiful music.
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We sit in a circle. I wait until the group is silent, and then we begin. First I shake my hands in the air and the kids join in automatically. Then we tap on our knees, soft, louder, soft again, we tap on our chests and cheeks. The kids focus to not miss a gesture and follow the dynamics joyfully.
Transcendental trance music. Jubilation, celebrating the First Light by Tenzin Namsel.
Flowing bolts like angel cloth and thunder
like streams of rippling light, glistening torrents,
untied and undone, so lovely streaming out
like endless prayer flags.
In the cosmological portraiture that is music, the music of the spheres, the basic laws true in every octave of the creation, a sphere of forces, places and relationships come into being and can be perceived, like a cell, a flock of birds, a setting in nature.
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The Buddhist master Chokgyur Lingpa from 19th century Tibet wrote very few personal scriptures. Mostly his writings were revealed to him in a particular style of divine inspiration known as terma treasure. Tantric poetry by the visionary mystic Chokgyur Lingpa. “When in Natural Knowing”, in English translation with music.