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.
YEAR OF THE EARTH DOGView Post
THE SHADOW OF MY HANDS MOVINGView 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.
Dance of three Vajras
Practice on three vajras
Mind body and speech
Revealing the three mysteries
MIND’S ULTIMATE NATURE: POEM BY DZONGSAR KHYENTSE RINPOCHEView Post
Jason Espada read his exquisite poetry in praise of Tara, the female buddha of compassion:
Spiritual beauty bringing light, giving hope, removing obstacles, calming fear, pacifying suffering, and protecting, bringing harmony to every surrounding circumstance, bringing life, health, happiness, good fortune, and stability.
THE OPEN EXPANSE OF AWARENESSView Post
THE WITNESS SKYView Post
Since the beginning of all time until the end of all time there lives a ruler of a vast kingdom between myriads of interstellar clouds and within each single sentient being. May this timeless king of ancient lineage born in the foam of a colorful- iridescent sea of arising stardust remember his royal descent. May he wake up to the holistic realization of his eternally pulsating universe of body, speech and mind within an ocean of nourishing light for the benefit of all living beings as there are as many as shooting stars in a meteor stream.
ON THE LIMEN OF POETIC BEINGView Post
HAWK SPEAKView Post
DOXOLOGY: THE FALLING LIGHTView Post
FLIGHT OF A DRONGOView Post
BRICKS AND BRICKS AND BRICKSView Post
A very short poem about meditative/non-meditative experience. Maybe you will find it interesting.
Heads up pride
Earth down humble
Not bought by money and fame
To you, ever eternal Guru Rinpoche
I give my fickle heart
And sing: Diamonds.
Uncover your true self, why are you so disheartened? Even this endless time is looking, for your essence! Chains of perceptions, preconceived ideas, that have bounded you as garments. Melt and make them swords. You are unshakable as a mountain. Vast as a sky. Still, why you are in such a state? All this time you clung to ideas, fears, worry. Made them anchor, attached to belief of others. Saw yourself from their eyes, wanting them to like you.