‘Dharmakaya Kuntuzangpo’: A Supplication to Padmasambhava Revealed by Chokgyur Dechen Lingpa EMAHO! How marvelous! The Dharmakaya, Kuntuzangpo; the Buddha of the Sixth Family, Vajradhara, The Teacher, Vajrasattva; the Transcendent and Accomplished King of the Shakyas, The Lord Protector, Amitayus; and Avalokiteshvara: I supplicate Padma, inseparable from them all. The essence of your exalted form is … Continue reading »
Posted in September 2008 …
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 … Continue reading »
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 … Continue reading »
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 … Continue reading »
some older journal entries
6/24/08 — Kathmandu, Nepal — I sit on the edge of a bardo, one of them uncountable bardos-within-bardos-within-bardos of this life-bardo, physically on a seat in Garden Kitchen restaurant, but not quite on the edge of it. Garden Kitchen is a pleasant eating establishment right across from the lavish, by Nepali standards, house where I … Continue reading »
September 3rd, 2008
09.03.08 I lay in bed under my lone purple and white-spotted comfortor in my bachelor pad near the TV Tower in Darjeeling. I wrestle, or am being bombarded (to put it more in-line with its felt-sense) with bouts of moodiness, depression, vagrant thoughts, and a general psychological and physical feeling of unwellness. I once again … Continue reading »
an article about John Allen Gibel
This is an article about one my best friends’ recent journey in India and Nepal, and especially his experiences in Labchi, a Milarepa cave on the Nepal-Tibet border. It’s from my home town Uniontown Pennsylvania’s newspaper, the Herald-Standard. John Allen has been one of my closest friends since we were 16 and in a school … Continue reading »
