SPIRITUAL BYPASSING
Unfounded and unguided spiritual training like excessive detachment ability, one-sided focus on positive thinking, fear of anger and artificial kindness, neglect of emotions and difficulty in setting limits.
Unfounded and unguided spiritual training like excessive detachment ability, one-sided focus on positive thinking, fear of anger and artificial kindness, neglect of emotions and difficulty in setting limits.
Covered in mist and walled by snow walls, Serene, the lion’s fortress stands, Voice-less, but I guess it calls, I’ve reached here, but how? I… Read More »BREATHLESS THOUGHTS AT THE LION’S FORTRESS
As I walk on, streams of clouds sedately roll past on a pale blue sky illuminated by a milky-white sun. I center deeply in my breathing as if to gently cradle the world in my arms. For a split of a moment it seems that my consciousness is ceasing the subtle motion in all elements.
Sex is conscious. Breathing in, breathing out, presence, awareness. Trusting myself, trusting you. Vulnerable surrender, openness. Love resides here, where souls meet and bliss is never-ending.
When I’m meditating, I abide In the natural state, effortlessly settled In the unwavering state, freely settled In the open state, luminously settled In the… Read More »MILA’S SONG OF REALIZATION
The Tibetan doctor took the sample of her urine and bustled into his courtyard to test it. He returned, without a word, looked at her kindly, and rather deeply, and seemed to scan her body visually. He then took her pulse for some time. What arose was astonishing.
When we encounter suffering in our lives, we sometimes incorrectly view it as punishment. For some of us, this comes from our childhood sense of a punishing God. We are suffering because God is punishing us for being bad. This is not a Buddhist view.
The melancholy and dark approach somehow fit the frustration and sadness that hit me in the light of the sad events that happened at venues, cafes and in the streets of Paris, November 13, 2015. This is a tribute to peace and the multicultural City of Light.
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.
When we look at our own lives, and at the world in general, the fact that we are ‘sleeping’ stands out very clearly. We live in a world in deep crisis. It is like a violent nightmare that requires us to wake up; as in truly wake up. We are like sleepwalkers, walking closer and closer to the edge.
When a woman receives, at that very moment it becomes part of her. Just as the child is received, it’s not foreign or alien. It is part of her being and she nourishes it. It has been absorbed. Nothing is added on. It’s part of the feminine body. Now, she is a creator and slowly the child grows within.
The voice belongs to a yogi. He has for some reason felt compelled to give me a small stack of single sheets of script in Tibetan writing or print. He disappears right away into the mist. I sit in a little cave above the Lotus Lake in Himachal Pradesh and happily open up the cloth-wrapped stack of pages.
Practicing mindful breathing, sitting, walking and communicating, students can discover that there are so many things in their daily lives to notice, to enjoy, to explore. In fact everything inside and outside, everything in their life experience and everything in their surroundings are changing and impermanent.
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
A heart-rendering documentation of loosing the person closest to you. I held his hand all night, we talked, actually I talked, he was in a coma, I pretended he remembered and we laughed a bit, I told him how much I would miss him, how I was a strong woman and he knew I would be okay. Boy did I lie.
An outstanding photo essay by Magda Myjak, photographer from Poland, recording a journey through the largely unknown kingdoms between Tibet and China.
When we open our hands, minds, and hearts, moving into the flow of the stream, we either can paddle forward to or float back to the bank of our true identity much more easily. Practicing meditations helps us to recognize our mind patterns and habits, and helps us to see our choices.
Usually not intended to be hurtful but many times with the caveat, “Don’t say anything,” or “You didn’t hear this from me.” Repeating gossip harms in many ways we fail to see.
We know the Guru’s fierce and unflinching compassion because of the wisdom of Yeshe. She is the keeper of his secrets and the channel for his teachings. These exchanges between Guru and Consort unfold with affection, love, and inviolable trust.
Dear children, listen closely! What you call mind isn’t anything at all, allow your own mind to look at itself. Past thoughts are no longer here, and the future’s not yet here and whatever arises now is beyond reckoning.
A live sword of Fudo — who has it? We often hear that just reading and intellectualizing teachings are not enough, we have to practice and embody them. Only then we can see if they work and only then we can see a change.