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Posted in July 2008 …
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 … Continue reading »
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 … Continue reading »
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 OM AMARANI JIVANTAYE SVAHA! For the hosts of beings caught in this prison of projections and hallucinations, you gently show the path of clearing away the imprints resulting from dualistic fixation. Avalokiteshvara, you pour the nectar of cherishing … Continue reading »
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 … Continue reading »
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 … Continue reading »
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 … Continue reading »
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 … Continue reading »
Homage to Sarasvati.
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 … Continue reading »
