Ideas realized
What was one concealed,
The mysteries of the cosmos,
The aspiring mystikos
To self would reveal.
Conscious that there is only one religious source, self, and that outward displays of one’s religious observances are but metaphor of inner observance, creed.
A fourth of the flock, By the three forgot, Near night’s opened door, Lifeless laid on the floor. Life’s brief dream, Fallen leaf in a stream, Mere memory evermore. Matter matters not, But carnage in rot, By wood-handled spade In earthen-clay laid. To higher realms I pray you soar.
“By meditating on the three main channels and the four main chakras, may we loosen the tightness of the blocked channels. May all the wind energy enter the central channel, and may we thereby experience the path of clear light. By penetrating the pleasure centers of the chakras, may we achieve the realization of the eternal state of bliss. “ - Lama Yeshe (The Bliss of Inner Fire)
Cattāriariya-saccāni (The Four Noble Truths)
dukkha (truth of suffering)
tanhā (truth of attachment)
nirodha (truth of renunciation)
magga (truth of the path):
sammā-ditthi (right view)
sammā-sankappa (right intent)
sammā-vacca (right speech)
sammā-kammanta (right action)
sammā-ājīva (right livelihood)
sammā-vāyāma (right effort)
sammā-sati (right mindfulness)
sammā-samādhi (right concentration)
May I realize,
That of any measurable quantity
I am empty,
And thus
May I realize,
The immeasurable qualities
Of inherent Buddha Nature.
In fractal, fractal intertwined. As to become, as so behind. With singular aim, a cosmic bow, Intent as above, so below. A spectrum of white, Harmonic cosmic blue, Illuminating clear light that is inner 'you.'
Leviticus 23 3 “‘There are six days when you may work, but the seventh day is a day of sabbath rest, a day of sacred assembly. You are not to do any work; wherever you live, it is a sabbath to the Lord” Haləlūyāh
I have no identity But what you would have of me. A friend I would be, Or son, brother or father, To your mother, sister, daughter. But If you ask me, Nothing here to see. Guitar on the knee, Twangy variations of Bluesy E With a found blue A.T.C. Somewhere south of Tennessee. Where the Creek would roam, When they were free, Before losing their homes and way For the sake of foreign liberty.
From The Gospel of Mary Magdalene “All that is born, all that is created all the elements of nature are interwoven and united with each other. All that is composed shall be decomposed; Everything returns to its roots; Matter returns to the origins of matter. Those who have ears, let them hear.”
Bardo of Becoming: Now when the bardo of becoming dawns upon me, I will concentrate my mind one- pointedly, And strive to prolong the results of good karma, Close the womb-entrance and think of resistance; This is the time when perseverance and pure thought are needed, Abandon jealousy and meditate on the Guru with his consort. -Bardo Thodol