EARTH BREATH
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
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.
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 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.
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
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.
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!
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.
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.
Whenever we call for Guru, The sun expands itself, The flowers blossom, The birds sing harmoniously, As a whisper of a sweet voice, Flowing from the heart of a beautiful princess, sleeping in the mountains of Northern India.
Windhorse is the energy of the present moment, which contains this force because it is the only time we can feel basic goodness. —Sakyong Mipham.
Pure view means understanding all forms as the body of deity, clearly appearing yet empty of inherent solidity, all sounds as the tune of mantra, naturally free in the expanse of open awareness, resounding like echoes, and all mental events as inseparable from their essence, substanceless knowing.
The Song of Enlightenment is a Chan Buddhist poem that dates back to the middle years of the Tang Dynasty. The text is attributed to the poet-monk Yongjia Xuanjue who was a disciple of Huineng, the Sixth Patriarch in the Chan line and the founder of the Southern School of Enlightenment, which puts him and this text in the direct up line of the great Zen tradition.
Lying to ourselves, Every day in a million ways, Pretending to be a little more green, special, a little more enlightened, a little more yogi, pretending to be a little more wise, smart, tough, retrospective, wiseass, noble, athletic, gentle, colloquial, worldly, competent, competitive.
It is time to evoke the love that was concealed in the rust of wrath, hatred and the fear you created, for I see beauty… Read More »A WAY TO LIFE