… In meditation
Actualizing refuge practice,
Infinite time behind,
Infinite time before,
Infinite space in radiance
Sat I,
Voice silent,
Mind, and Form
Reposed…
Möbius Dub
Cornerstone
In the house of my father…
I find,
Blessings of my mother,
A memory from eve
of Christ’s Mass antecedent,
And comfort in namesake,
Child from Lebanon’s waters,
“Words are too poor and too
Scant to express the innermost
Feeling in the heart of man.”
Private: Antimatter
Ultimately all that matters,
What done spiritually.
What temporally done, materially,
Matters naught aside infinity.
Base of a Mediation Practice
ti-sarana saranagamana saranagamana saranagamana
om vajrasattva hum
ohm ah hum
with full heart
empty hands
thus motivated I and I meditate on emptiness
and liberation of
all sentient beings
may all find refuge on the path of liberation
may all be without hate, greed, illusion
may I be of any means to such end
for as long as space remains
for as long as beings endure
so too may I abide to dispel suffering in samsara
om ah hum vajra guru padma siddhi hung
Bardo Thödol (crux)
Recognize the arising of the intermediate states.
Take sense perception and the nature of the mind as the path.
Practice the divine teaching:
Renounce all attachments and meditate on the spiritual teacher with his consort.
Sovereignty
Long I sought
Self I thought.
But no self found,
To no self bound.
In thought profound,
Realize,
Desire most innate,
Freedom’s
Prosperity,
Pursuit self liberty.
In Meditation…
Actualize refuge practice.
On Being Human
Ask not what to do,
But whom be.
To be or
Not to be.
Grounded in reality,
See the dichotomy,
Mindful dependency.
Ultimately the choice is not what to do but whom be.
Betwixt
What difference between
a dream recalled
Or some memory?
One with more causality?
One more based in reality?
When both, on reflection,
But part same recollection.
Like Candle Light
“Life flickers in the flurries of a thousand ills, more fragile than the bubbles on a stream. In sleep, each breath departs and is again drawn in; How wondrous that we wake up living still!”
– from the “Suhrullekha”