BECOMING YOGINI
Come over here disembodied Discarnate resonant “ Right here” Not known, not seen, not here, not there. Not this, not that Nothing! Suffering in this… Read More »BECOMING YOGINI
Come over here disembodied Discarnate resonant “ Right here” Not known, not seen, not here, not there. Not this, not that Nothing! Suffering in this… Read More »BECOMING YOGINI
Once a fine sheep, a goat and an ox who were with other animals feeding in the courtyard happened to hear about The Great Vegetarian Debate, and their faith in the Dharma was greatly renewed. “We take refuge in the Triple Gem,” they thought, “in the wise and compassionate Buddha, his meaningful message, and in those living ones who follow his ways.
Then, stream and pond, movement and repose, like a fish darting from lake to stream, waterfall to light, from droplets to mist, to air, let the wind carry you to the first of the hidden lagoons, the falls above, as distant and near as the moon to the sun.
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.
Living with mania, is bizarre. In a wonderful way it keeps you on your toes aware. You have to ride the waves. Not be vritti’s slave of mental dictatorship, slip and you’re a battered sausage on a Friday night dipped in mushy peas.
It was the sixth night of the retreat, when I felt that the last bit of doubts and the wall there was there between me and my guru totally collapsed. I was humbled by his endless compassion, which I will never find words to describe.
A poem about Ayu Khandro, who spent much of her life wandering Tibet’s charnel grounds and practicing Chod. In this practice, the practitioner cuts attachment by offering her own body to all those to whom she has a debt.
Watching thoughts As they arise No object, nothing to Hold them They fall Have collected Different persona All these years Due to conditioning, Culture, upbringing… Read More »NAKEDLY BEAUTIFUL
When innocence was king, In our self-importance, we have ignored the strategies of nature. We have forgotten it’s beauty, ridiculed its exquisite mystery. We deform the organism that gives us life, brittle and stupid we are. Let nature run wild!
The yogi master, Dharma Lion’s Garland, song written for the dance of the moon in water, followed by his evocations concerning the subtle pilgrimage places within the body, and finally the song itself becomes the topic.
YOU ARE DREAMING ME is about the inward concerns and conflicts of young contemporary Buddhist lamas as they travel in opposite directions across cultures, and reflecting those of Khyentse Norbu himself. In search of dreams, desires and enlightenment, their contrasting journeys reveal more unanswered questions than solutions.
Each and every day our world gets smaller, bringing more and more frightening problems ever closer to us all. Whether it is terrorism, climate change,… Read More »REACH OUT WITH LOVE AND CARE FOR EVERYONE
There’s a great show going on here; a grand movie. There are all sorts of wild dramas, deaths and births, hopes and fears. There are exotic creatures, strange technologies, the rise and fall of entire civilizations. The show never ceases.
A historical fiction about the great female meditation master Sera Khandro, from the point of view of Pema Ozer, a sixteen-year-old attendant, involving being empowered and guided in an intimate atmosphere.
Music is like weaving beauty out of silence, out of space, out of nowhere, dragon-dancing the ever-shifting instant into swirls and shapes of surprise.
This play for children is designed to be easily performed with a minimum of rehearsal. There are readers who perform in various configurations, movers who enact the plot and musicians who improvise. It requires no set, just a dark room.
We often hear about the debate as to whether enlightenment is a gradual process or an instantaneous realization. It is in these Great Perfection Tantras that we can hear the voices of the holders of the instantaneous approach.
Please, develop compassion boundlessly. This is what my teacher told me once in a private and intimate audience, please, my dear, develop loving kindness and compassion, not only ordinary restricted compassion, please, develop compassion boundlessly for each and every single being.
Philosophy and the Philosopher, Confusion and the Confuser, Words of wisdom, breaths of energy.
Oh! The Philosopher lost within his Philosophy.
I have used the iconic image of the Buddha as a way to represent both the vast view of ultimate truth and as the container of relative truth along with the inherent qualities of the effect of oil on paper. The paper will age, become fragile.