The stomach suffers immensely, it suffers from lack. The spine bent and hobbled with hurt, the spine that held up the stairs and resisted the shifting walls, the spine carries us forward, stiffened, but not broken. The hands, palms dark and swollen, knuckles split, fretted with blood. –A poem from an earthquake Nepal survivor.
Many people are too tired, misinformed, lazy, or heavily stressed to access their own psychospiritual experience. Others are convinced that their personal spiritual maintenance and growth is a job beyond their ability.
Drop the anchor of the mind into the groundlessness to find firm support from the unknown. For when the carmic winds blow strongly on a… Read More »ANCHOR INTO THE GROUNDLESSNESS
The pure and free expanse of shunyata is not reached by the contrived path of rejecting the world. The changeless radiance of Great Compassion is not reached by the fabricated path of clinging to good qualities.
The enchanted story of two sisters who became enlightened yoginis, filled with deep levels of meaning, retold by a contemporary American poet and writer. Excerpted from The Brilliance of a Naked Mind.
Emaho! The Garden is here and now in this crystal cave no fog to clear no past to expiate no future to concern no mind… Read More »THE SECRET – by Lama Surya Das
Bhaktapur Chronicle: An Earthquake Magnitude 7.8. The fate of millions of lives was sealed in an instant. It was the deadliest natural disaster ever recorded in the history of Nepal. It left more than eight million people directly affected.
Basic freedom from psychic dry rot isn’t basic for everyone. Some folks get warped and stay bent, ignoring great opportunities to reinvent themselves. Choosing wiser ways up can prevent a fall down, keeping head in the sky, but feet on the ground. It is always our choice to wear horns or the crown.
We give shape to our world. Whatever appears coheres. At sea in a featureless fog, I am other than what I am A dream figure… Read More »INTO THE LIGHT
King Indrabhuti sat unmoving as the sun set, the moon rose and set, and the sun rose once again. Wordlessly and silently, an ocean of pure awareness opened to King Indrabhuti and expanded like an all-embracing mirror.
Hey, captivating beauty, you are grand, you are wonder of nature. When clouds get a glimpse of you, they start pouring down, dancing shiningly, lightning gets crazy!
There are several lineages of transmitting realization alive today. The Indian master Tilopa is the forefather of many of them, especially those that combine inner yoga with a totally naked and open mind. Enjoy a eloquent and poetic story centered around this outstanding master.
Stay with the breath, ease and stability infiltrate the mind Let breath infuse and accompany the mind’s movement, blissful awareness deepens As the breath stills,… Read More »EARTH BREATH
Vulnerability is the shield of a warrior. It is about spaciousness, openness of heart and mind. Nothing can cut you, touch you, burn you, drown you, dissolve you because now your love is enormous, with no beginning and no end.
A new art movie with no religious or political judgement of any kind. Just footage and music.
It is said that Gesar of Ling has a peculiar effect on some people, letting beautiful literature pour out almost effortlessly and spontaneously. Douglas J. Penick is one of the inspired poets in whose creative mind, the episodes from the fabulous life of King Gesar unfold. Here is part one from The Brilliance of Naked Mind: Secret Visions of Gesar, King of Ling.
When the mind wanders or wavers, reconfigure awareness in the body, sensing inwards, looking outwards. When thought holds sway, if you can’t break free or let go, step back, loosen up, shake it out, however you frame it, be physical, get up and move.
A brotherhood of gulls rises from the shore, pushing off from the wet sand; their footprint hieroglyphs tell me everything, then not, as a sliding pool of clear seawater gently washes over them, dissolving their messages. They travel east on the last of the breeze, just above the breaking waves, paralleling the shoreline, silhouetting themselves against the last glimmers of sun.
A guru never leaves his disciple you said Indeed you never left me Showing me your form in a glimpse of divine happiness you took… Read More »GURU’S GRACE
Your love sweetens us. Your compassion soothes us. Your wisdom lends itself to our own minds, uplifting what we know is good and true and beautiful. Mighty warrior who freely uses every moment as the greatest weapon, please bless all well-intentioned aspirations to freshly blossom without end.
