
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.
Ideas realized
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.
Stream of thoughts fall Like drops of rain. Ripples recall And reflect again. Quite them all, Let the mind reign.
The Four Noble Truths, in twelve points, as foundation and framework of refuge (and practice):
1) This is suffering (to be understood)
2) This is the origin to suffering (to be abandoned)
3) This is the end to suffering (to be fully realized)
4) This is the way to the end of suffering (to be fully developed)
If empty self perceived, And selfless phenomena conceived, Who then would guide? And who on path proceeds? Who is it that strives? Though continuum remaining, Moment by moment changing, Between conceptions Clear perfection.
Where present proof There absent faith, Two faces to truth.
What without merit avert, The grasping of self subvert, To pureness of view revert.
Mantra of inquisitive mind, Midst consequentle bind, Casualty seeks to find. Conscious causal perception, Disillusioned, rooted in deception, Cyclic, without inception.
Illusory existence persistence Experientially resistant, Without proof of non-existence. Argument for existence persists Of that which does not exist Absent falsifiable hypothesis.
A refrain reframing on reflection of Dylan Thomas’s reaffirmation “Do not go gentle into that good night.”
Go gentle into primordial light. Birth but age and death as night is to day. Sage sits serene, illuminates the night. Who wise in compassion knows what is right, The two truths to the awaking way. Go gentle into that primordial light None can hold time regardless of their might, That from that arisen shall never stay. Sage sits serene, illuminates the night. What use to grieve at setting of sunlight, Why place trust in what is known to betray? Go gentle into that primordial light. Who grasps at what temporal death gives fright. So gently abide, perturbed thoughts allay. Sage sits serene, illuminates the night. To who taught from atop Mount Meru’s height, Guide whom grasp and rage through good night, I pray. So gentle into that primordial light, sage serenely sits, illuminates night.
Observation,
Contemplation,
Meditation,
Realization.