Monthly Archives: November 2011

The Loneliness of the Dalai Lama

Dedicated to His Holiness the Dalai Lama

 

My birth, taken.

Surprised by the light,

The caravan carries me away

Into the night.

I cannot see

Where it might end,

But I remember

Where it began.

The flowers of my flesh

Cover the countryside.

Buried deep,

Their roots abide.

This candle flame,

Alone in name,

It is my shame

To carry.

I dare not tarry.

I shall not stagger

Beneath two destinies.

For I am free.

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True Dharma

Mindfulness is the only rule.

The nature of mindfulness is emptiness.

The experience of emptiness is silence.

The knowledge of emptiness is mystery.

The realization of emptiness is ecstasy.

The ground of emptiness is the transdual.

Its method is questioning.

Its expression is indefatigable energy.

This is the true dharma.

This is the true sangha.

Mystery of mystery, this is the buddha.

(Holding to this

Is emancipation itself.

There is no other mystery.)

The Heart’s Prayer to Guru Rinpoche

Dedicated to His Holiness the Venerable  Tulku Yeshi Gyatso

Guru Rinpoche, hear my prayer
From out the depths of my despair!
Awaken those who slumber on,
Ignorant of the true song.
Break down the barriers that intrude.
There is no truth
In sticks and stones
Or bricks and mortar
Or in the bones
Of the past.
These words ignite within my heart
A light that shall not die
Despite the might of mediocrity.
The chaff shall fall like lice
And be consumed,
Exposing the secret seed.
Your creed
Forgotten indeed
Shall perdure to the end.
That I defend
And shall not rend
That I, empty of egoity,
Attain thy grace.

Guru Pema Siddhi Hung.

Nov. 11, 2011