Ours is the world, we have no fear
Ours is heaven, we have no destination
Ours is the whole, where are we lost?
Ours is joy
29 November 2011
25 November 2011
Revised Kagyu Prayer
The Kagyu Prayer
Great Vajradhara, Tilo, Naro,
Marpa, Mila, Lord of Dharma Gampopa,
Dusum Chenpa, totally aware Karmapa,
Holders of the four great and lesser lineages,
Masters of the profound path of Mahamudra,
Incomparable protectors of beings, the Dakpo Kagyu,
I supplicate you, the Kagyu Gurus, I hold your lineage,
Grange the grace of complete freedom
The habitual ways are sour and bitter
We see they are fruit of their seed
They drive us into prayer and meditation,
and escape from ease and money and power and place
Your generosity is our door to prayer and mediation
Your holy grace opens those instructions
We are led by you into freedom
May we return a shadow of your grace and generosity
We rest all movement of mind in meditation
Fresh and open, without work
No beginning, no end, nothing to change
Grant us now this grace of no effort
Our thoughts arise with the play of life,
Nothing in themselves, arising as the full display
Heaven and Earth are dissolved in meditation
leaving us to know the grace of union and freedom
Revised Kagyu Prayer 11.25.2011
22 November 2011
I came to the end of thinking finally
I came to the edge of thinking, finally
to save my sould from ever wandering in a circle
I looked outside the window of my cave
and saw there was an outside
but no inside
A dark inside, but no outside
And nothing containing it all
The edge was the middle
The emptiness was the support
The giving up was the getting
and the thoughts were there,
but not the thinking
There is no leap, for there is no leaper
There is only the falling toward the no-ground
(or away from it)
Expanding now with the time since the beginningless
Thrust with the rocks of space ever further toward
the non-boundary
And the pen and the puzzle here
I the puzzle looking up at the pen
to save my sould from ever wandering in a circle
I looked outside the window of my cave
and saw there was an outside
but no inside
A dark inside, but no outside
And nothing containing it all
The edge was the middle
The emptiness was the support
The giving up was the getting
and the thoughts were there,
but not the thinking
There is no leap, for there is no leaper
There is only the falling toward the no-ground
(or away from it)
Expanding now with the time since the beginningless
Thrust with the rocks of space ever further toward
the non-boundary
And the pen and the puzzle here
I the puzzle looking up at the pen
14 November 2011
The emptiness is empty, an instruction
The emptiness is empty, an instruction
The emptiness is empty
The listening is compassion and longing
The relaxation is trust and equanimity
The breathing is the endless arising
The heart of awakening mind is here and now
It is all that is, it is complete,
The listening is compassion and longing
The relaxation is trust and equanimity
The breathing is the endless arising
The heart of awakening mind is here and now
It is all that is, it is complete,
simple beyond comparison
13 November 2011
The emptiness is empty
The emptiness is empty
The listening is compassion and longing
The relaxation is trust and equanimity
The breathing is the endless arising
The heart of awakening mind is here and now
It is all that is,
and it is complete and simple beyond comparison
The listening is compassion and longing
The relaxation is trust and equanimity
The breathing is the endless arising
The heart of awakening mind is here and now
It is all that is,
and it is complete and simple beyond comparison
10 November 2011
The breath of now sweeps out the mind
The breath of now
sweeps out the mind
its clutter scattered
into its confusion
as dust into the sun
to dance in eerie clarity
The sound of here
makes echoes of the past
and shadows of the future
and stills this pen
to scratch to more
for we are...
sweeps out the mind
its clutter scattered
into its confusion
as dust into the sun
to dance in eerie clarity
The sound of here
makes echoes of the past
and shadows of the future
and stills this pen
to scratch to more
for we are...
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