STATEMENTS OR NOTES
A writer develops the muscles of his mind. This training leaves hardly any leisure for sport. It demands suffering, falls… setbacks… mourning, insomnia… –Jean Cocteau,… Read More »STATEMENTS OR NOTES
ART
UNIVERSE IN MIRROR
When you don’t know, don’t know Don’t know Actually you don’t know at all you’ve never been it have you ever been your dream? however… Read More »UNIVERSE IN MIRROR
ON THE LIMEN OF POETIC BEING
I read a poem today It filled me with beauty And loving appreciation took hold But of what, wasn’t there. The words, oh such words… Read More »ON THE LIMEN OF POETIC BEING
HAWK SPEAK
The hawk that swooped from the poplar lifting a black baseball hat from my head looped back to his nest Drawing blood the next time,… Read More »HAWK SPEAK
DOXOLOGY: THE FALLING LIGHT
In the story of Buddha’s death, his attendant Ananda kneels weeping at his side, face contorted in grief, golden robe darkening with tears. Ananda is… Read More »DOXOLOGY: THE FALLING LIGHT
THE BLINDSPOT IN THE WESTERN EYE
The origin of the beliefs that lie behind the Judaeo-Christian world-view and the political systems based on them are not well known. Jon Norris has done some important detective work to shed light on western traditions that are rarely questioned and sacred truths that are little more than superstition. Buddhadharma offers the West a path back to sanity, but time is of the essence.
FLIGHT OF A DRONGO
Oh black drongo! Oh my friend and neighbor! You roamed in the front for days, You played on sideways for weeks. We gained familiarity and… Read More »FLIGHT OF A DRONGO
BRICKS AND BRICKS AND BRICKS
Heat and Sweat, and dust I know, And Bricks and Bricks and Bricks, Twenty years from now what will I have to show? Just Bricks… Read More »BRICKS AND BRICKS AND BRICKS
HOMAGE
Goodness belongs to all, inherently. In fact, we are goodness itself, in our bones and in our heart. We possess natural warrior-ship, bravery and gentleness. However, we are often obscured from our own goodness and innate, warrior virtues; in such moments, we cannot see our goodness, and we do not feel it. The greatest task we could undertake in this life is to bring out our basic goodness and warriorship, to manifest truly and to be of service to others.
A LOAF OF AIR
A very short poem about meditative/non-meditative experience. Maybe you will find it interesting.
HOT CHEMISTRY
Hot chemistry Subsides No regret Time passes Real love RemainsThe blind one Clings To subsidence The wise one Rejoices In realisation
DIAMONDS
Guru:
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.
A SONG OF LONGING TO THE GURU
Enjoy this song dedicated to the Rimay Master, the teacher Orgyen Kusum Lingpa, based on an old melody and song from Van Morrison called Crazy Love. Arranged, performed and written by Tulku Sherab Dorje.
ROSE GARDEN
I stray into your rose garden and write perfumes you know me in your nose, your rose my words are dream of bees, thrill in… Read More »ROSE GARDEN
FINDING TRUE SELF
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.
THE INFINITY NET
Article about the painter Yayoi Kusama: Each part of the cosmos is reflective of the whole, like the sparkling jewels in Indra’s Net, our capacity to experience this infinitude eventually becomes exceedingly clear and unhindered. Connecting the dots, from Indra’s Net to the Infinity Nets, the fabric of the universe can be perceived and experienced as one and the same.
MIND LOOKING AT ITSELF
My teacher, Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche, a Tibetan Buddhist Mahamudra, Dzogchen meditation master and artist, was the most profound teacher of life, art, and mind. I received pointing out instructions from him which brings the investigation and recognition of mind’s flawless nature into personal experience cutting through conceptual obscurations, that is our endless, dualistic thoughts and emotions. My abstract contemplative art practice is completely informed by these realizations.
ABIDE AND MOVE
Return to sitting. Within a loose sense of the body, let the mind move with a long sweep up the spine, or, more deliberately, with… Read More »ABIDE AND MOVE
MILAREPA: SONG OF MEETING AND PARTING
“For Dan Dlugose” In vast sky’s expanse sun and moon circle round. Their journeys mark the flow of time. Glory be to you, blue sky—for… Read More »MILAREPA: SONG OF MEETING AND PARTING
GESAR ENTERS THE KINGDOM OF YAMA, LORD OF DEATH
As fuming smoke whirls around their faces, it takes on the flickering shapes of a myriad of demons who brush against them leaving slimy traces of spit and mucus. Black demons with crows’ heads, human bodies and iron wings fly nearby past, carrying naked writhing corpses in their iron beaks. Phosphorescent green owls with the faces of old women and talons of bronze hoot as they rip brains out of skulls. Vultures red as embers with bloody claws at the end of their muscular human arms pull the entrails from screaming people not yet dead.
