Saturday, February 15, 2014

Pausing







Politics and history of our time,
oh, look at those sad people,
they can't stop.
Almost cartoon-like greed
So obvious
But they can't stop.

My greed no less than theirs
but through great good fortune
I am not a billionaire
Or even a millionaire
Whew!

We're in a Play, yes we are
and it doesn't matter the part
but to understand the story.
Perhaps you are one of the targets
of the greedy people
who have way too much
for them to stop wanting more

Hunter or prey,
Clown or savior
Only way to know the part
Is to stop and look and
not be moved by
the exquisite drama
and heightened feeling
of self.

Even an actor
who knows the lines
backward and forward
has to be present
on the stage.

Monday, January 27, 2014

kukurulla





stones drop upon me
and sticks hit me,
sometimes pie in the face.
like anyone else,
random bumps in life

how know any different
that You aim your bow
with full free awareness,
elegantly pull back
and unerringly shoot
the arrow exactly where you aim.

like the woman Saraha was
so taken by back in the day,
in brief glimmers
every suffering
becomes treasure arrow
from you, Kurukulle.

Friday, December 06, 2013

Backwards and Forwards

[excerpt from Tsele Natsok Rangdrol, Lamp of Mahamudra, found here (scroll to top)]: 

* * * * * * *

Some people claim that whatever is thought or whatever occurs is of the nature of meditation. They stray into craziness by falling under the power of ordinary thinking. 

* * * * * * *

Seeing the ocean
and trying to
count the waves.

Tuesday, December 03, 2013

Reminder to Myself in the Form of an Aphorism

There is no freedom
without compassion.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

In the Arms of the Dakini

Is it just a congregation of sensations,
Glittering golden ring just out of reach
On the carousel,
Going round and round?

Seems impossible this is not
A real thing, person, entity,
Independently existing
Just to make me feel good or bad.

The longing, where does it come from?
The endless bombardment of images,
Who throws them at me?
Where are they generated?

Mind projector working overtime
Yet try as I might, my head is stubborn,
Turning my eyes only to the screen,

Even though I know,
I know, I know.

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

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crowned you as my queen
and on dakini day
you come to me from
where you've always been,
leering and scowling,
laughing and jeering
in billion hagridden forms

and tonight my queen
you give me
great gift of your
compassion
in kindest wisest
most beautiful wondrous
magical brilliance.

sky dancer, please think of me.
show me the way to be free.

(poem in gratitude for the kind words of the yogini Judith Simmer-Brown)

Thursday, September 26, 2013

indian buffet

west on 52nd street
to the Indian restaurant,
daily lunch buffet
of delicious food

spacious room,
colorful Indian pictures
hanging on the paneled walls
and snowy white tablecloths

red haired tantrika and me,
she in a whirlwind,
me in a muddy swamp

we find we are
in accord nonetheless
over nan and sauces,
meat and vegetables

red winds of karma
blew us here.