May I see all who would harm me Abiding upon the refuge tree, Safe in the shade of liberty. Of seen and seer Mind clear, Like mirror reflecting. Without meditation, Letting go projections. Realizing essence In presence.
Clouds Behind
Illuminance dear Thence where Clouds clear. At times obscure Though forever there. Though forever there At times obscure. Clouds clear Thence where Illuminance dear.
Selflessness Reflection
To which self grasp? Of yesterday? Yesteryear or more? Thee steadfast or thee who lapses? How much peripheral, of what core? To which self grasp? And what for?
Infinite Dark In Light
At all time,
recall as you go about,
That in finite time,
soon even the stars
shall all go out.
To bee…
‘Neath autumnal shade, Hibernal solstice portend, Last feast before fast.
On a Deep Vast Ocean
“… the dualistic appearances of delusion are the play on the surface of the mind, like waves on a deep and vast ocean… the uncontrived, nondual appearances of the nature of mind are the display of its innate creative dynamics, similar to the totality of water’s movement throughout the entire ocean.”
from “Milarepa’s Kungfu” by K. Brinnhölzl
What Was as What Is
“Teacher you say “When present in mind what was, and lamenting what shall not be, nescient mind of what is.” Could you elaborate?”
“When we see the empty glass once filled with water we see just that, the empty glass once filled with water.”
“Yet, on deeper reflection comes realization that the empty glass once filled with water is remainder of thirst fulfilled.”
“Likewise, body bereft of spirit is not but reminder of the fulfillment of spirit, that only temporarily embodied its earthen vessel.”
“And as water freed eventually returns to the greater ocean, so too does spirit return to that greater, when freed of self-notion.”
“Mourn not for the body bereft of spirit but rejoice in the fulfillment of the spirit.”
”Do you understand?”
The student upon some reflection replies.
“Mourn not for temporal passing,
Find peace in that everlasting.
Realize the spirit ascending,
Fulfilled by transcending.”
“Good. Good. Very good.”
All that arise in turn have demise
That conditioned presently, Shall be unconditioned inherently, What not subject to origination, What not subject to cessation? Thereof suffering persistent From attachment incessant.
Gaṇeśa
Guardian of the Threshold, Who watches over the door To Paravati and Mahadeva, behold The offerings I place before. The all encompassing sound, Syllable of bliss without bound, And expression of true intention.
Thoughts on Raindrops
Stream of thoughts fall Like drops of rain. Ripples recall And reflect again. Quite them all, Let the mind reign.