SUFFERING IN SAMSARA
Dearest Ones, We have so many personas, We live in the private world, Of Dharma, The expression of Wisdom, We share, The offering of those that, Know how to share the wisdom
ART
THE FIRST AND LAST YOGA
It was a hot day coinciding with passion. Walking with an eager step like feet that have wings. Walking flying. Walking anticipating. Walking to the moment, soon to meet the guide.
YESTERDAYS
“Timing is only everything”, A professor whose name has been washed away by the sands of time, recalling the words of his professor when he and his fiancé were never happy with one another and ready to get married at the same time.
YOU, ME AND WE
Grace be you, Peace deceived you, Love enveloped you, Time consumed you, Hate destroyed you, Anger burnt you, Age wore you, Pain tamed you, Happiness faked you, Freedom invited you, Illusions showed you, Life lived you.
A GATEWAY TO SHAMBHALA PART IV
Trungpa Rinpoche gave particular emphasis to four rulers as exemplars of the spontaneous appearance of the Shambhala path: Ashoka Maharaja, Gesar, King of Ling, the third Ming Emperor, Yong Le and Prince Shotoku Taishi who was Regent of Japan. Trungpa Rinpoche referred to these four as the ancestral sovereigns of Shambhala.
THE FIRST UTTERANCE OF BUDDHA SHAKYAMUNI
This verse of four lines is the first utterance of Buddha Shakyamuni after awakening to true and complete enlightenment, in the peaceful shade of a large pipal tree. It which expresses the very essence of realization.
HOW FAR?
How would you imagine the most compassionate beings in the universe? Would they be like the Mondoshawans, aliens hailing from a far away planet who visit every five millennium to save us from the evil?
WORDS
The story goes: when Barack Obama was in high school, a teacher asked him what is the most powerful thing in the world and he responded without hesitation, “Words.” Most of us learn them quickly from an early age and accumulate more and more of them.
SOFTNESS OF KNOWING
Suddenly embraced, By softness of knowing, Grateful, but confused, I reach for my ground
So simple, yet I resist, This softness of knowing, Come fruitless habits, Drown this heart
ALPHAVILLE REVISITED
They had obviously done this many times before. He fought as hard as he could, hitting and kicking, and screaming curses the whole time. But there were four of them, and his body though tall and imposing no longer had enough strength. In the end, they wore him down, lying on top of him on the dusty floor.
NIGHT CLOSES IN
Night closes in with its breath taking grip, Night that walks in the guise of day. Light footed across the rubble, morning comes as if rising from the dead. That which came and came again leveled a world. In that sudden tolling, what great works were interrupted?
The beating of a heart. A heart! Nine thousand hearts!
A DRAGON’S TALE
I am a goddess, I have a female form but my essence is beyond form. I am peaceful but also wrathful because I play with everything. I must go into all places to pour life there. You will find me in the grass, the flowers, the trees, all the green is my shine.
MY INVISIBLE THOUGHTS
Nothing confirms to it’s existence, For where does it go in silence, My thoughts, my invisible thoughts, To give it existence so hard I fought. Not in my eyes or ears, Yet I was scared believing in fears; My thoughts, my invisible thoughts, As if visible so hard I fought.
THE PHOENIX
A little later, I put on a pair of gardening trousers, to lift potatoes I have grown, I would normally wear a dress or skirt. I see smoke coming from the croft, and run towards it, and call for Neil, my partner. The croft is becoming ablase with fire, and cannot be entered.
MY GURUJI
My music teacher often has a light, happy mind. At the same time, he is very serious with his music. He doesn’t sleep very much, only 4 or 5 hours at night. Normally this is something that happens to experienced meditators, but in this case, I believe his music has that same effect.
THE VEIL
The Veil, a short poem by the philosopher and writer Jacek Dziubinski. A poem that gives a lot of room for reflection and afterthoughts.
A GATEWAY TO SHAMBHALA PART III
The stories and legends presented in the Shambhala tradition are not myths as such since we only refer to such material as myth when they no longer have any accepted credence. Rather, the stories of the four ancestral sovereigns are closer to the epic tradition.
ALIVE
“Put your hands up and be prepared to die!” Rang over the speaker of the Boeing VC10 Plane from Bombay to London via Beirut. The plane was being hijacked by two Palestinians whom had taken over the plane. It was March 3th 1974.
MEDITATION IN MOVEMENT
Even though this silent, upright, wakeful way of holding the body is wonderful and helpful in meditation, meditation itself is not ultimately limited to any particular posture. In fact, it is not even necessarily still. Meditation can also be dynamic.
CALL IT BEAUTY
Beauty just is, She was not, nor will be, Beauty is bliss, Lost in freedom for she is naturally free. Beauty is a kiss, Where you and me disappear into we.