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Fri, 06 Nov 2009 09:20:18 -0800

Here we are -
With the only thing truly meaningful in life and death;
The love we feel for one another and those most dear to us.

We suffer for that love, but it's a price worth paying,
Because in the end it's the only thing left with meaning.
Everything else falls away, but our love,
And memories of the love we have shared.

The past is gone, but in our memories
and the future is uncertain.
Whether you believe in heaven or not,
the only thing that truly matters
is the love we have for one another.

I believe in spirit
and that we are more than just the body.
Because the Great Ones who love us say it is so
and they wouldn't lie to those they love.

Love is like an Angel in our heart,
and Angels are the best company we can keep.
Although now we are only human,
in their company we become like Angels.
And when we love they surely touch our hearts.

Bhima Noel

Snow Lion Publications

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:28:31 -0800

"Where does Niguma live?" Khyungpo Naljor asked.

They answered, "If one's perception is pure, one can see her anywhere, whereas if one's perception is not pure, she simply cannot be found; for she dwells on the pure stages and has achieved the holy rainbow body. However, when the dakinis gather to make tantric feasts in the great cemetery of the Sosaling Forest, she sometimes physically appears."

Merely on hearing Niguma's name tears came to Khyungpo Naljor's eyes and every hair on his body trembled with excitement. He left immediately for the Sosaling Cemetery, reciting the Namo Buddhaya mantra of Mahakala as he went.

One of my favorite authors & western Buddhist,
Glenn Mullin will be at Krotona in Ojai in February.

A tantric painting of Chakrasamvara
in yab-yum with his consort Vajravarahi.

"In the tradition of the Highest Yoga Tantras
to which the Chakrasamvara Tantra belongs,
such paintings serve as visualization tools
for the transformative meditative practices,
in which the Tantric practitioner realizes
his or her own identity as the fully enlightened Buddha.
The painting succinctly encapsulates the Tantric Buddhist process
of the female (yogini) system practice class of the Chakrasamvara Tantra.

Naropa's View of Essential Nature:
This mind that knows emptiness
Is itself the awakened mind, bodhicitta.
The Buddha potential is just this.
The sugata essence is just this.

Because of tasting what is,
It is also the great bliss.
The understanding of secret mantra is just this.
Means and knowledge is just this.

This self-knowing, while one is still defiled,
Does not depend on other things,
So self-existing wakefulness is just this.
Being aware, it is cognizance.

A natural knowing that is free of thought.
This self-knowing cannot possibly form thoughts.
Without conceptualizing 'a mind,'
Since it is not something to be conceived,
This original wakefulness, cognizant yet thought-free,
Is like the wisdom of the Tathagata.

Therefore, it is taught, "Realize that luminous mind
Is the mind of original wakefulness,
And don't seek an enlightenment separate from that."

rainbow connection

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:28:13 -0800

"This Place"

I know this place by the sea,
Where only sounds of sea & wind,
birds & seals you will hear.

Ah to feel your presence there.
If we were by the sea together;
yet feeling soft & warm;
You would feel my voice, and I hope reply.

U can be sure that I would reply.
Soft & sweet. Like this;

See the rocks ruff & sharp.
Yet by the sea,
as the waves caress them again & again,
They become soft & smooth.
Like this place

I want to caress your sorrow & pain.
See it soft and smooth.

May I be the sea caressing you,
soothing, softening your shores forever.
With all my endless kisses

by: waves of the endless sea

Bhima Noel

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth [SoS 1:2].
What did King Solomon mean by introducing words of love between the upper world and the lower world, and by beginning the praise of love, which he has introduced between them, with let him kiss me?

They have already given an explanation for this, and it is that inseparable love of spirit for spirit can be [expressed] only by a kiss, and a kiss is with the mouth, for that is the source and outlet of the spirit. And when they kiss one another, the spirits cling to each other, and they are one, and then love is one.

Sights and Sounds of Song of Songs

Live at the TAJ_MAHAL

Rainbow Connection

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard
and answered when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing
and what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

All of us under its spell. We know that it's probably magic.

Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Shanpa Kargyu Golden Dharmas

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:26:42 -0800

"The Song of the Deathless Vajra of Mind"

This is the essence of (the doctrine of) deathlessness,
by which Buddhahood is attained without meditation,
By the force of spiritual experience of these precepts,
(which consummate) Sutra and Tantra.

In this way this body, the product of karmic evolution,
Naturally emerges as the body of primordial awareness.

The evolved body becomes the embodiment of the deity;
Pristine, no attachment to it--one meditates thus.
It is inseparable from mind,
And, for mind, substantial reality cannot be established:
Then, where does one find there something that dies?

So-called "death" is merely an idea:
Ideas and concepts, the phenomena of samsara
and nirvana can not be established as real.
The object and the cause of transmigration
dissolve naturally at the very point of their origin.

The consciousness in which absolute meaning is found,
Is deathless, unlimited; it is the supreme fruit.
Remembering this, Buddhahood is revealed:
This, the vital heart of the dakini, must be held to like life itself. "

Eric Clapton &Sheryl Crow - Little Wing

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 13:09:08 -0800

Little Wing

Well she's walking through the clouds
with a circus mind that's running round
butterflies and zebras, moonbeams and fairy tales
that's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind.

When I'm sad, she comes to me
with a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
It's alright she says its alright
Take anything you want from me, anything
Anything.

Fly on little wing,

My Little Wing Playlist
Another Little Wing Playlist
My Eric Clapton Playlist

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Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:35:01 -0700

Top Page Links to all my You Tube Playlists

The Beatles - Let it Be

Jethro Tull

Classic Rock

911 Tribute

Billy Joel Master class Concert

Guy Vocals

Love & Romance

Keith Dowman / Garuda

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:33:40 -0700

The Garuda

'All thoughts vanish into emptiness
like the imprint of a bird in the sky'
Dzogchen is 'The Great Perfection',
the apogee of Tibetan Tantric Buddhist meditation accomplishment.
It is the Buddha's enlightenment in rainbow light.
It is the school of Buddhism with greatest affinity
to the sanity of twenty-first century mystical aspiration.

A sign of Dzogchen is the Garuda, a mythical bird.
One of the great masters of Dzogchen in this century,
Kyapje Dunjom Rimpoche, expressed the vision of Dzogchen something like this:

'The first thing is Dzogchen vision which sees what really is -- the nature of mind itself.
This is the natural state of being, where the mind makes no distinctions and judgments.
This state of awareness is called rigpa.
Rigpa is naked awareness of the wholistic here and now.
On the Dzogchen page the nature of Dzogchen is described by various adepts through the ages.

Eye of the Storm;
is a translation of Vairotsana's five original transmissions,
the five seminal tantras of the Mind Series of Dzogchen Precepts

Keith Dowman / Cuckoos Song

Six Vajra verses

Bliss Song

Everything we see & feel arises from one light.
Appearing as a rainbow; why separate from it by naming?

Looking in a mirror; is there then really two;
Or one essence, a harmony of presence & voice?

Why struggle in this dream of loneliness?
Awaken a love song where sorrow fades away.

Bhima Noel

My Dzogchen tag

HOMAGE TO THE SUPREME MOTHER,
THE FAR-REACHING PERFECTION OF SUBLIME KNOWING!

The Blessed One, was at Vultures Peak in Rajagriha, at that time, at that moment, the Blessed One spoke; "Ananda! This is the Far-Reaching Perfection of Sublime Knowing in a Single Letter. For the benefit and happiness of all sentient beings, you should retain this! It goes thus: AH

THE FAR-REACHING PERFECTION OF SUBLIME KNOWING IN A SINGLE LETTER,
THE MOTHER OF ALL THOSE GONE TO THUSNESS, IS COMPLETE.

Translated by Erick Sherab Zangpo"

Welcome to Coffee with Pierre & the Philosophical Community | Coffee With Pierre

Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:26:05 -0700

The Art and Method of Philosophical Midwifery

The art of delivering oneself of false beliefs is through the examination of one's life.
It is by learning this art that we discover how false beliefs block us from gaining insight
and understanding into our life.
For these beliefs are the root cause of a class of problems and these problems manifest themselves
in our everyday problems, in the plots of our fantasies, and in the content of our dreams.

When we attempt to reach for our highest aspirations we are not aware
that these beliefs compromise those goals and diminish our capacity to maintain them.
Further, these false beliefs even undermine our desire to realize our most meaningful goals.

The nature of the Spiritual Path of Dialogue

"Carved above the entrance to the Temple at Delphi in Greece are the words "Know Thyself".
Simple, direct, and complete.

This phrase is both a statement and a profound challenge.
Communicated down through the ages,
it has not lost any of its mystery or spirit.

ARTEMIS has been assembled following the spirit and challenge of that command: Know Thyself."

To ARTEMIS: Understand Problems, Achieve Goals, &Attain Self-Mastery

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Fri, 30 Oct 2009 17:25:05 -0700

"The Tyger"

Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake Published in 1794 in Songs of Experience

What is this tiger and the lamb? Shiva/Shakti?
It seems the awesome passion of the logos, or creative mind of God;
The roar of the big bang & music of the spheres;
The Lion and the Lamb are passion & reason.

The wild mind is roaming our subconscious jungle.
Great masters tame the tiger; for it may crush you in its jaws.
Mind of God, womb of creation; the awesome nature of the infinite.
This Logos is love & desire; the magnetic, motive creative force.

BNW

Poetry of Nizar Qabbani

Fri, 23 Oct 2009 13:15:36 -0700

Grant Me Love That I May Bloom

Listen, my lady,Listen to me well,
for I am in a passionate fit
and it may not repeat itself
A mystical state! a poetic fit!
splendid in its grief
--for I am scented always by my grief

Hold me close, my lady,
for I am in a state of tipsiness
My arteries are draining,
my bones disintegrating
Quick! Wash your hair in the river of my craziness--
the craziness of love that can never be explained

Read me, my lady, Read me well
for I am in search of a moonstruck reader
who will slip my poetry on her wrists like bracelets
and see the world take the shape of a poet

Be drunk, my lady, Be drunk on me
Be drunk until the sea turns rose-red,
turns winedark,turns grey,turns yellow
How beautiful it is
for a woman to lose her balance
in the presence of poetry
and become drunk

I am in the most beautiful of my tempers
I am in the most radiant of my moments of civilization
Oh, I do love when I get civilized!
Give me another chance to write history,
my lady, for history does not repeat itself

I changed history with love
just as I changed the history of womanhood
What is poetry if it does not change things?
What is a poet if he does not change?

With every new story of love
added to my country's story trove,
the rose overswells with fragrance
and the midsummer moon overspills with milk

For fifty years
I have been leaping
from landmine to landmine,
calling my people to change.

No, I have not blasted the wall of ugliness
as I had imagined:
I'm the one who's been blown up
by my own explosives

In fifty years,
I have yet to see a doe
flee from her hunter,
yet to know a woman
who wanted to be liberated...

By Nizar Kabbani
Translated by Mohja Kahf