Ideas realized
Bardo of dharmatā Now when the bardo of dharmatā draws upon me I will abandon all thoughts of fear and terror, I will recognize whatever appears as my projection And know it to be vision of the bardo; Now that I have reached this crucial point, I will not fear the peaceful and wrathful ones, My own projections. -Bardo Thodol
Bardo of the moment before death: Now when the bardo of the moment before death draws upon me, I will abandon all grasping, yearning and attachment, Enter undistracted into clear awareness of the teaching, And eject my consciousness into the space of unborn mind; As I leave this compound body of flesh and blood I will know it to be transitory illusion. -Bardo Thodol
BarDo of Dreams Now when the bardo of dreams is drawing upon me, I will abandon the corpse-like sleep of careless ignorance, and let my thoughts enter their natural state without distraction; Controlling and transforming dreams in luminosity. I will not sleep like an animal But unify completely sleep and practice. -Bardo Thodol
Cross dimensions four I steered my faithful ship. With sea of time both aft and fore, O’er space my hull did skip, Toward sands of unknown distant shore. For ever east, where west is west Whilst on a circumferential plane. Chart tangential of the axial twain To plow through spatial trough and crest Of a boundless celestial ancestral plain, Where perhaps we shall meet again.
Having sailed over
a green sea,
Far from home
and shore,
Upon a small isle
I set my keel,
A place I’d never
been before,
To replenish
diminished stores
From natures bloom,
Those rebels of doom,
Fragrant flowers
of spring.
So praises I sing
With lines of rhyme,
Of ambrosias
sweet in taste,
‘Fore the sickle of time
Those posies reposed
lays waste.
Silver moonlight through dense forest leaves, Atop columns of inky arching trees. O’ nocturnal creatures, With elegiac features Satiated, Liberated , Doing as you please. For None there to judge thee, Sinless as an autumnal breeze. Paying homage to gods of old, To their creed the angelic hold, And their secret invocations told. When temporal beauty and youth both fade, Whilst walking the path of the shades, That leads to the domain of grave Hades with child abandon ageless lovers shall be Watched over by plutonian Persephone ‘Til then dance in silver light, without fear of the long night. For ‘nearth Mnemosyne sacred breasts, The holy rites there rest, From oblivion spared devotional intellect And the vows we pray never to neglect.
For you are not mine enemy but first among many whom I pity. Son to first-light, Aurora, majestic, The Aryan Goddess, Ushas Rik Vedic. Born of the Titan Eos, Dawn and Daughter to Dyēus. Mortal man’s time you count beyond, Having been and being for many an eon. It is said you laid with daughters of man, Siring giants against whom few could stand , First star and son of dawn, Birthright claimed by kings in Babylon. Phosphorus, Lucifer bringer of light. Paragon of senses , nonsuch sight . Devine nature present in all, L'ange, le génie du mal. Cup bearer of waters from the deepest well, Whose lesson: illusion, greed and hate do quell. For angels too can from grace and heaven fall, Even thee the most beautiful eidolon of them all. You built a fiery flaming fallacious empire, Ruling the heart of them with misplaced desire. Seducer of maidens with happy lies, Your scepter you ply betwixt virgin thighs. In truth the words of the veracious malefactor, ‘Ce méchant qu'on accuse est un Consolateur.’ Preacher of sin, revelation of the vanity in pride, Selfsame accuser from whom many seek to hide. Hear now the lesson of the rapture sovereign, The divine manifestation and son of man: None but self-nature can self condemn, Through love one can fulfill and redeem, And the once lost replaced to their former esteem, To the tableau of the shining stars they can ascend.