The yogi master, Dharma Lion’s Garland, song written for the dance of the moon in water, followed by his evocations concerning the subtle pilgrimage places within the body, and finally the song itself becomes the topic.
Listen dear, listen up Rechungpa, your old man Milarepa here, I sleep sometimes & sleeping. . . meditate, sleeping & sleeping, just that is meditation, the murky fog turns clear, there’s a way & I’m the guy who knows how others don’t, but if they did, I’d be happy.
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
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.
As indestructible as the Vajra, As stable as the mountain, As pure as the lotus, Strong as a lion, Incomparable bliss, Beyond all limits; Illumination, Equanimity, Peak of the Dharma, Light of the Universe, Perfect since the very beginning.
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.”