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
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
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
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 (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
saying nothing
for it is
already known
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
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 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
“… 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
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 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
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