Once while walking down the street a homeless guy asked me for some money. I glanced into his clear open eyes and was seized with a yearning to be of assistance. I fumbled for change, but had none. I looked at him, again, and said “I’m sorry, man, I have nothing”. And he said: “That’s alright man, everything is everything.”
A poem for Yeshe by Yeshen, the poet. Love beyond time accompanied by timeless music.
Vajrasattva Dreaming is a painting that took over a year to create. Combined with video, poetry and music, together with the composition gives your mind a chance to fly freely and be used in many different ways: meditation, phases of dying, dancing and concerts. Enjoy this multi-media experience.
Accepting ourselves is like placing ourselves and our issues in an open hand, the open hand of acceptance. For example, when we have a disease, we often fight with it and this creates worry, fear, and anger; this kind of fighting is a struggle between us and the disease.
Tara made the promise that whoever sings her praise with her name mantra, will be touched by the light ray of love and compassion and ultimately be at one with her level of realization, true freedom and enlightenment.
Lo and behold, you mighty brave soul! This life is a multifaceted shining jewel, hologram of unseen dimensions made of the mystery that is molten light.
Taktsang is indeed a special place. It is the most holy and revered temple in all of Bhutan, perched dramatically on the edge of a cliff with a 900 meters drop beneath. The Indian yogi Padmasambhava, affectionately known as Guru Rinpoche in the Himalayas, flew to this cave on the back of a tiger.
“Inside each atom in this world there are as many universes as there are atoms in the world.”
— Buddha Shakyamuni.
Today I went to a small secret place on the Island where I live. In the deep dark shiny woods, you can find it, along with all the elves, gnomes, trolls and pixies. It is a hippie community born out of the sixties and still very much alive.
If you are a runner, maybe you wish to make your running more meaningful. And if not, maybe as a spiritual practitioner you would like to give it a try and extend your mind training by another dimension.
Transcendental trance music. Jubilation, celebrating the First Light by Tenzin Namsel.
The seahorse passively holds on to it’s weedy leaf, denied of it’s maternal nurturing as his mother, strong, independent still oddly domineering, leaves the care to the father. However, all too soon, the seahorse is alone. Lost to the whim of the sea.
With the sun in my heart, Shining love to all beings, I contentedly sit in the, Great wholly site of Mother Nature and write an invocation of your primordial nature.
The practice of the four elements has apparently been confused with a practice of listening to the sounds of earth, wind, fire, and water in the external environment, rather than the one that focuses on the self-arising sounds associated with the primary chakras of our subtle energy bodies.
Part nine, the last of ADAM’S HOLISTIC LIFE MANUAL FOR HEALTHY & SUSTAINABLE LIVING No man is an island. We are all part of communities… Read More »COMMUNITY
There is no cure for what ails us, without the body’s grace, its enlightened intent, I wager the cure (for all of us)
The key word here is cling; it is so easy to get caught up in thought patterns. We follow our thoughts when we cling to the past, to the future, and even to the present moment. When we follow our thoughts, getting tangled up like cling wrap, we suffer from anger, fears, worries and all sorts of attachments.
Note: the recipe’s inexactness is purposeful. Trust your creative impulses! The secret of the frittata is that it always tastes good. And here is a poem by one of my favorite poets, Stonehouse.
We are endlessly distracted and preoccupied with things which are not intrinsically important to our inner well being. In fact our educational system is founded upon the very principles that remove us from the sacred inner knowledge which lies at the very heart of our existence.
How does one describe the indescribable? What sweet flowing words can I use to invoke the proper image in your heart?
All that there is, exists within “Reality;” And yet where is Reality located? And when is it happening too?
I found myself among endless lines of crystal urinals and polished sinks, utterly alone. Or at least something close to it, if you remove the senior citizen janitor’s presence. I unwrapped a small, bleach-white sliver of soap, compliments of last night’s lodging.