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.
It was in the early ’90s I first heard of Gedun Chopel. I was immediately fascinated by him and tried to learn all I could about him, especially after I learned that he had spent time in Sri Lanka and actually translated the Dhammapada into Tibetan from Pali, and that his life ended so tragically after the Tibetan government had jailed him.
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
Friends are precious and rare, like jewels on a mystical island that you are sometimes searching for in your clear dreams. When you cry or feel sad and low out of the blue, friends cannot help but get up from their cushion and take you in their arms, to comfort you and make you feel shine again like sparkling rainbow lights.
Sapphire clear light brims the inner tips of my eyes Between the play of zoom and wide angle, the world appears and disappears. Between the… Read More »BETWEEN THE PLAY OF ZOOM AND WIDE ANGLE
I look around me and ask myself; is this my world, Greed, destruction, wars, gossip
I look around me and ask myself; is this my world, Beauty, nature, laughter, love
A poem for Yeshe by Yeshen, the poet. Love beyond time accompanied by timeless music.
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.
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.
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?
With whom shall I share my enduring pain, decades are gone, but my hopes were in vain. No mortal has suffered such river of tears where I always swim with aching fears.
You brought to me your love and affectionate laughter But with it you gave me your pain Your suffering, frustration Your jealousy mind games played… Read More »NOBODY SEES
What inglorious time did provoke my fall,
That joys are confined and cheerless soul,
Now cries for retreat to merry lands,
Could someone drag those praying hands.
