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Pure Lands
Pure Lands

“Although this pure land, neither measurable nor localized, appears differently to different perceivers, its essential nature remains unchanging: radiant luminosity within the great, primordial existent sphere of vital essence.” ~ Jamgon Kongtrul

curious

the seductive myth of separation

this pervasive sense of incompleteness
held hostage by time

spellbinding
ludicrous
irrelevant

i can wait

for it is all loosened
so casually

by blue luminosity

the sounds of distant waves
the pernicious love cries
of ubiquitous frogs

gliding on the winds

the gentle beckoning
to glide

curious

maturation that somehow occurs

for i remain a child
still

very eager

enamored, enchanted
delicately tender

in my experience of the world
of an apparent self

full of wonder
love

and should i remain still
listen

i hear
and recall

that voice, that presence
always there

from the beginning

as long as consciousness of anything
ever occurred

earliest childhood glimmers
and beyond

and even now

this longing the call
for union

to meet
another

just there

in the pure lands

inner heart

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“These pure lands are self-arisen due to the blessing of the truth of the nature of reality and of the transcendent ones’ compassion; they are sublime and amazing.” ~ Jamgon Kongtrul the Great

Kailash
Kailash

on first approach
sight

a palpable
sonic boom
passed through

the entirety
of my being

echoing on
still

in the emptiness
of my heart

dakinis dance now
playfully

on the corpse

of all that i thought
i was

light emanating

from the pulpy remains
of a narrative

that truly never
knew
a root

returning to the
source

of that and every
dream

where

self aware

that light
issues forth

as an offering
of sustenance
to all

who might
encounter

emaho!

wonderful
to be

as we are

light lapping
waves
of manarosavar

a chill to the bone

of a dawning
compassion

that shall know

no end

Khyentse
Khyentse

garab dorje
– scion of great perfection

padmakara
– one who no words can approach

trisong, the ultimately beneficent king
extending the domain
of

the experience
of purity

throughout the three times

manjushri’s inconceivable
invincible
line

jigme lingpa
– khyentse ozer

do khyentse yeshe dorje
– quintessence of crazy wisdom

jamyang khyentse wangpo
– great terton king

immense ones
– essence of dharmakaya

omniscient love (“khyentse”)

this khyentse frequency
emanating
still

perennial stillness
unceasing

ah…

dilgo khyentse
– rabsel dawa

brilliant moon

luminous elegance of perfect compassion

khyentse yangsi
– orgyen tendzin jigme lhundrup

wonder just being revealed

all seeing eyes
inseparable

from my heart
teachers

tsoknyi gyamtso
– infallible compassion blazing

lama pema dorje
– kindness beyond dreams

your inescapable blessings
radiating through

every thing

leave this child

as nothing
humbled

in awe

…

ah, in this true presence

to discover the obvious…
i know nothing

understand little
grasp much

and yet i do love

am loving now

it’s true

somehow the grace of this devotion
spontaneously arisen

it’s seeing

the only actual merit
i have come to find within
this apparent being

and yet…

however small the measure
of that may
truly be

i pray

thru your blessings

that for as long as
these constituents
are gathered

this active, dynamic matrix
breathes

that i am in presence
here

that this may serve to be
the cause of
benefit
to

any being
in any moment

in any way

it possibly
can

…

and that through your wisdom
you guide

this being
so that

moment to moment
nakedly

i own none of it
all the while

sarva mangalam

…

may all beings discover the means
to rest at ease

within their innate state

sarva mangalam
sarva mangalam …

– walking the na pali coast in the dark of night, kauai, april 2010.

Fearless Sky
Fearless Sky

a drop of humility

his smile,
at ease

no inflation of thought
only

the center of space

in every

apparent thing

–  for lama pema dorje
ridgzin ling, northern california. may 2009.

Blazing Softly
Blazing Softly (the mountains stream)

experiences blazes

while it alights
lightly

the mountains stream

and white violet
light fuzz about the wings

this ripple and sudden
absorption
of all

existence

this minute presence
upon human hand

in sun

two tiny flutterbys
precise

in afternoon breeze
thru

mountains, meadow
mind

frail crystal

somehow
discovering a feast
i offered once

delight
one upon the tip

of my smallest
finger

as another

nibbles gingerly
imperceptibly

upon a thread of the
karmapa’s continual
rain

blessing

a red cord
around wrist

around

an undecipherable breeze
gazing in eyes

here along this stream
on the bank
of time

the mountains flowing
nowhere

glints of light
clear

crystal

fairy tale
waters

a boulder
on

opposite shore

suggesting treasure
deep within

it, me?

the color green

all this

my heart

we give her love

…

we birth
and unfurl

our wings

solely so that
others may glimpse

their own

in the mirror
we are

…

The Waterfall

just a story
of something

i believe
i once experienced

only angels can see angels

and there is no such thing

it can happen to anyone
in any moment

look again!!

– walking above chagdud gompa, may 2009.

Saraha Speaks
Saraha Speaks

saying nothing

for it is
already known

Day Of Great
Day of Great

day of great perfection

silence glistening on winds

a deep light stroll
peering into lava tide
pools

gentle spaces

where fire met the sea

curious bubbles arising
from unknown source

a hidden, shallow
crevice

their slight spin
as they rise

the light poof

and the quivering
of the crystal
clear

transparent
surface

the seamless water flow

i once imagined

childlike as i danced
through a leap of mind

that i was in your heart
knocking

giggling

hey it’s me (little voice)

knock knock
i’m here

inside

already

only to discover now
it was yu
in me

in all that i ever see

eternally free

Gangri Tokar
Gangri Tokar

the sacred mount
gently

lifts me

into the sky’s
descending
embrace

her falling waters
moistening

nourishing

all that once was
hard

dissolving all
that never
was

may these blessings
emanate

from every breath

that henceforth
passes
through

these lips

dharma rain
glistening

in my eyes

– on the rise to longchenpa’s cave, gangri tokar, tibet.  september 2007.

Queen Of Dreams
Queen Of Dreams

queen of unborn space
realm of dream

ekajati-ma

your fierceness
one eye

one tooth
one breast

countenance at the boundary
of delusion

how you dance, glare
as i beguile

myself with what is not
this veering off…

into presumption
cloudforms

spicing of fragments
cinematic tricks

the consummate editor
director
filmhouse

and captivated audience
all

lost in the cinema of mind

this movie of me

…

while you waver not
dwell indivisibly
as

the source
of all projection

the light within
the machine

the white screen

the basic space
in between

the true continuum
utter lucidity

quintessentially
unvanquished

luminous core

the goddess at the gate
of true mind

nondual embrace

mother
…of this light

she whispers… silently
‘relax, be brave’

i know i must die now

relax…

this dying into the moment

being born

relax, son
be brave

fear not

what is timelessly
occurring

hope not
for this light

always already

embracing you
in

infinite arms

cry not
for the film’s end

yes, yes…

absolutely delight in the
show

and when it’s time
emerge

into the expanse
beyond

its walls

dance in the silence of tears

breathe… breathe…

and rejoice

as her form transforms
wrath to bliss

‘dorje yudronma’

the luminous one

as you cease to waver…
in simplicity

from the sublime
protectress

of your every

breath

moment

love
in radiance
reflecting

the true heart
of every

being

– kokee, kauai, april 2010

Mule Tracks
Mule Tracks

“… you move through the trichilocosm upon a three-legged mule..”
– praise to palden lhamo, a formidable goddess indeed, from a mahakala sadhana

for it simply is, as at is
a single feeling, so clear

and as for me,
whatever you could say
whatever

and it will all simply be
as far as i can tell

light delighting in itself

wonderfully useful
in the relative flow,
me my mine

simply rolls off the tongue gets the job done

perfectly fine as it goes
but rather absurd

ridiculously random
when you get down to it

slicing up a wee smidgen,
bits here and there,

of the infinite time-space continuum

more flux than you could shake a stick at

and considering it oneself
and the rest rather not

makes me giggle
(just did..)

light delighting in itself
you me us
as any

nondual bliss

… and just occasionally
veils so happen
to lift

before unsuspecting eyes
unseen tendrel fingers

caressing auspiciousness
glimpses of crystal
core refracting

endlessly
within
itself

to itself

stripped bare by mahakala
and his motley retinue

left naked on some ol’ mule track

somewhere in the depths of the trichilocosm

Aspiration
Aspiration

to meet
where light dissolves

in the breath of the dharmadhatu

for we are nothing
but the spontaneous arising

of perfection realized

Teach Me
Teach Me

teach me how to love you

curious advice

this single, simple request
to each being

upon approach

willing to learn
without expectations

for there is no armor
that that arrow

intent pure
cannot pierce

straight to the heart

for each being has their own
flavor, way
of access

no heart

totally guarded
by fear

for there is nothing
truly there

that could
possibly

obscure

that light
fail proof

allowing freedom
to be
growing intuitively
so that

effortlessly

spontaneously

every being’s
deepest wishes
are fulfilled
seamlessly

The Dream
The Dream

befriending the dream

becoming simply friends
with this

that

any phenomena
every being

‘i just let things happen’

this letting go

the emphasis on go
creative, dynamic

as much force at ease
as

release

a friend once told me
that as she

walked among the trees
along no path

amidst laden
tropical abundance

the trees would whisper to her
in silence

‘nourish me’

… ‘and i will bear you fruit’

the wisdom of trees

the goddess
so simple

complex

a lil love

never hurt

pure intent

frequencies
of intensity

for when the birth begins
tidal force

apparent obstacles

can we let that be
let that…

as it is
thru us

from us

any phenomena
any frequency

where is space lacking

this space
that

allows

all to be
beyond

pleasure addictions
expectations

aversions

for purity is

and we are nothing
but

midwifes
midmen

with care

seeing

the child of
this moment

be born

of itself

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