Category: poetry
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When You Look in The Mirror
When you look in the mirror Can you see God twinkling in yr. own eyes? Can you see the Guru beaming from yr. cheeks? Can you see the Buddha shining his many-colored light from yr. teeth? Can you see the angels flying out from yr. forehead? When you lay down to go to sleep at…
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a modified self-description.
I. I listen to my heart, and my heart tells me exactly what I need to do; it tells me what I need to think, say, vibrate, be, become. All of the energy centers of my body are flowing; they are open, they are surging, they are singing. II. I am a wave in the…
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Awareness is Love
When you learn to see God in one person, You learn to see God in everyone. The best person to start w/ Is yourself. Awareness is Love Love is Awareness Today I gave a banana to a beggar with only one leg sitting on the streetside I don’t think it’s what he wanted, but that…
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no artifice sticks for so very long.
The life force flows from my heart, with no ceasing. It covers all the bases, reaches to every atom and moment — that is, the entire universe, in every dimension. What can I say? Thank you. I shall not see anything as separate from me. I listen to the Friend, and she tells me what…
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a poem in progress…
This is a 21 part poem that is currently 38 percent finished… I thought that posting it might inspire me to finish it… let me know your thoughts. It’s based on a short text by Terton Padgyal Lingpa, called ’21 Encouragements to Be Earnest’. I feel that some parts need filling out. Which parts seems…
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the wheel of time spins on the black market.
1. I would walk into the gates of the gompa at the latest moment, right before the gates were closed, tired from a long day of being a socialite in Boudha, roaming the restaurants, looking with French ex-aghoris at the life-stories of eccentric Tibetan saints reknowned for their sexual exploits and magical powers, maybe becoming…
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i almost forgot about this one
1. What is that you are withholding from yourself and why is it that this withholding is so persistent and evasive and how does this withholding de-illuminate itself with such skill like insects hiding in moss like mucus hiding in a nasal passage like a fracture hiding in a spine and while they do it…
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Now in PDF Format: My Long Life Prayer for His Holiness the Dalai Lama
Now in PDF Format: My Long Life Prayer for His Holiness the Dalai Lama
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For Isaak.
Isaak… where have you gone now? What country are you off to now? No one will ever you see you again. But there were many who loved you. You said you were going to cross the mountains of rain, defying the border police, arriving like a secret into Nepal. You said you would hike around…
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my first day in Kathmandu.
I. Awaken to a rainbow garden Bedecked with sneaky slits of sunlight Where butter rains and fills your pores And the gods put up a good fight. Awaken to a pond of flowers Self-arising in its motion Slowly waving, then just parting While the frogs rub on some lotion. II. Shiva falls into the deepest…
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The Showers of True Bliss: A Long Life Prayer for His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso
The Showers of True Bliss: A Long-Life Prayer for His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso
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holding your head under water in the bath of concepts.
I am constantly amazed by how many concepts I can hold inside my mind at one time. They are all endlessly connected, overlapping eachother, transparent but capturing, like the shades of a kaleidoscope, passing along meaning like a newspaper boy with a thousand arms — they are really happening all at once. Some Sri Lankan…
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the most important investigation.
“The rat is time, the tiger is time too. Living beings are time. Buddhas are time too. This time witnesses the whole world with three heads and eight arms, it witnesses the whole world with the sixteen foot tall golden body.” -Dogen 1. Leaves are floating all through space I go but only through your…
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rolling on the inside circumference of the circus sphere.
1. The trucks that go by are marked like party vehicles for la Dia de los Muertos. The wind pampers my face, loosening my lips so I can smile at the sky dancers outside. Like a heavy rain sliding down a stationwagon window the world outside cascades forever provoking tidal waves of sensation in my…
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imprints energetic.
Two months in a cave, prostrating to the deathless face we know so well, but forget at almost every moment, he was touched by the lanky hand of the cotton clad super star, and was somehow sanctified. We all need to go to the caves of our own connection. We all need to be touched by the…
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naked consummation.
I heard that you can unfold all the ribbons binding your true nature, one by one, unravelling them, sometimes just loosening them a bit, tugging on their middles and edges, at times with great force (but usually with a middling kind of pressure) and that when those ribbons are lying of the floor of non-origination…
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Aghori Let-down on a Home-fry Plate.
I make an excellent entrance onto a simple body of twisted adornment. Letters break down down by themselves words get swept up in rivers tell me about this how are you. how are you doing with the flow of awareness. What can’t be made in words? He started to sing bhajans, and all the little…
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Kinetic Telepathic Messianic Interlude
All the omniscient ones take a bath together and feed themselves with grapes that tickle, they scratch themselves with secretions of moonish milk and sing a song together, blazing purple all the while: [this is the song they sing, sometimes:] A la la ho! Come to me baby: burn your frigid concepts in a single…
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noble killer.
He used to kill as many Chinese as possible said Drakpa, talking about his father He killed over 80. He fought in the mountains of Kham for years. It was his duty to Tibetans and Buddhism. I met him a few times. He was in his 70s, but tall and strong. His eyes seemed…
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subtle tides.
i am waiting for my laundry to be delivered, in Kathmandu where my good name abides, conjoined with my good form, conjoined with sensations that tickle every sense faculty silly You wait, OK? instructs little Tara, a doll from the horse-warrior clan, Tamang, double T, Tara Tamang; the sound of her name whinnies from the…
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