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EMPTYINGNESS OR THE PART OF WHOLENESS

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Most of it is forever now, an emptying, recovering, trust to be…
I arrived in this ancient venture I’ve no where to go but to where I am already.
They call it crazy and they are… You don’t have other place to be
but here, to complete.

LOVE

Love is friendship that has caught fire It is quiet understanding Mutual confidence Sharing and forgiveness It is loyalty through Good and bad It settles… Read More »LOVE

YOUR WORLD HAS NO HYPOCRISY

Your world has no hypocrisy. It is bright; even darkness is bright; dinner happens in the morning light. Your speech, so well remembered, cuts through naïve beliefs, pops depression, brings a smile to the eyes. To the one who showed me the world, I sing this little song of remembrance and pay homage ceaselessly.

LOITERING OUTSIDE THE VAJRA VARAHI CAVE

I sang echoes of the past ages, Blessed were the words I sang, I sang with eyes shut and heart wide open, I believe that when there is no beginning there can never be an end. As naked as the wind I sat in freedom, as clouded as the clouded sky came my thoughts, I stared deep into thin air, and I found myself absorbed, again no where.

REFLECTIONS

NO! Not Now but NOW! Most people associate Now with time and space. The ultimate Now is a self-existing awareness beyond the dualistic concern of ‘here and now’ and ‘there and then’ which are concepts of time and space. The authentic Now concerns not time and space. It is just a simple and natural presence. It is not what we experience nor is it different.

DOWN SWOOP THE HAWKS

Midnight pools catch the brilliant lanterns carried by women in procession. Deep into sleep I follow them home. As their voices mingle with dawn’s first rays, light flickers across the trellised blossoms Late into morning I wake. The Swayambhu Stupa, long risen from the mist, gleams.

ALLSONG

“You” are not more important than the lute, As “you” tend to misunderstand “yourself”. Your deepest fear, sadness, hope, those that you still have to recognize, are harmonic progressions in the One Song, The game of swirly rainbow music light that any protest or noise in your mind is made of. Any name, any forgetfulness, any drama of whatever tone, is a variation of the Rainbow Song.

BLESSINGS

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Do not say anything, do not ask anything. Just be. Words lose its meaning when uttered to express inner most pure experience. Transmission and blessings takes place from mind to mind. With arms wide open accept teachings as they come respect, love and learn. There is nothing material that leaves here, no self is transferred from one place to another.

TOUR TO A MUSEUM

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Slow down, it’s an old room
Mind your breath as you pass by
Else, intense dust may hide in air
And you may never know how long it has been!

PRAISE TO THE KARMA DAKINI

Behind the snowy prospects of your eyes, ranging like mountains with onyx studs at their peaks, lies only everything, space and light mingling and stretching, blowing, glowing away to an event horizon where I hover and vanish. There lies my true home, my yearning for it beyond measure.

THE MASTER MEDITATOR LAMENTS

The more I search within for my motives, the less I know of my self; every explanation, each answer, painfully wrong and incomplete. Why do I do what I do, where is the cause, where the effect, of promised liberation? Where hides the sneaky sculptor who casts my stony belief in this make-believe world?

THIS MORNING THERE IS

This morning there is sunshine, and the dew-drops sparkle with their share of light, the stream flows naked, and the air lies unmoved, there is sight in my eyes. This morning there are birds singing, and there is a breeze whispering angel songs, the stream chuckles dirt less, my footsteps fall light on the path, there is sound in my ears…