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The Arts
One of many of my “Thought – Explosions” ….. :
Stay. Nothing.
A while.
How long does it take to stay a while?
How much do you have to investigate?
Stay. Nothing.
Blindness covers the night. Daylight
is a grey mess of everything.
Stay. Nothing.
What’s the price?
Forever staying? None ever said. Will say.
Just look. And stay.
Watch the leaf falling down the tree.
It’s the one you’ll never see! Again!
Nothing.
Stay and watch the unique falling.
It’s the first time. Yours.
Time is the last.
Stay. Nothing.
You will see many falling down the tree,
but
this one. Never again this one.
Stay.
Nothing.
Alive.
Anne, July 2011
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Immortal leaf, eternal life
Don’t be afraid my friend, death is just a belief.
Nothing has been born, nothing will die, even not a leaf.
Your fears will leave, if in your thoughts you don’t believe.
Don’t you see that everyone and everything is immortal?
A leaf never leaves life, for it is life, and life is eternal.
When it falls down, it doesn’t die.
It falls in love and says goodbye.
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The time of “being sick” is a precious retreat.
The uncertainty of not knowing what will be
opens the experience of vivid nowness.
That is the life as it really is – moment by moment -
not knowing what will be.
That is emptiness in which everything is possible,
in which we are able to let go.
We just have to recognise that – and to accept.
Then everything is OK what ever will be.
Then there is no identification with sickness.
It is just a change in the impermanent body.
Changing happens all the time.
Sometimes we just recognise it more.
Don’t be disturbed by that.
Stay free, open and clear… as you really are.
Then you transcend suffering and pain.
This poem came out of my mind, when I had a cancer operation
Ani Karma Tsultrim, September 2009
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My mistress is this unbearable tenderness
And my goal
Is never to be parted from her
Night and day, and every second of my life,
In a close and unique embrace.
In the unbearable aspect
There is the certainty of death,
The immeasurable space of parting;
In the tenderness
There is you and all beings
Whom I love better than myself.
My right hand holds the flaming sword
Of unbearablessness
Wrapped around by the flames
Of deep warmth and tenderness;
And in my left hand
The lotus of pure love carries
Infinite ways to express this
Concealed into exalted words of great meaning.
The way I fight my enemies is by liberating them from the suffering
Of the compulsive urge to harm and destroy
Pacifying, seducing or overpowering them.
Since beginningless time you completely surrender to me
And such a wholehearted openness
Is a wondrous gift
That I accepted with deep joy and respect
Taking it most seriously at heart.
Deserving such confidence is what gives me
Uncommon sense of duty, readiness to die, and outrageous courage,
Indispensable virtues of a warrior.
Now, if you are trustful enough to step outside
This world of misery and sorrow
And join me in the resplendent circle
Of unbearablessness and warmth,
Unbelievably,
By merging vivid awareness that everything is possible
– Including death and change –
With the irresistible bliss of absolute love,
Together, we will conquer the borderland of meeting and parting
And travel safely to the city of immortality
Beyond concept.
Please, believe me.
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This small poem is inspired by HHK’s great kindness.
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Thank you for welcoming us into your Nomadness
You offer us a vast and open field
We can expand our hearts and breathe in sanity
Free to roam we like the colours
Many browns and greens
Your nomadness, compared to the mechanicals
Is vast and breezy, with plenty of sunny sparkles
Thank you for welcoming us into your Nomadness
Your boundless atmosphere sets us free
Madeline
Nova Scotia
August 1, 2011
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Whip up the liquid it will soon be hard,
Three little pigs have run out of lard,
Ivory towers killed many an elephant,
Nepotism for the arrogant.
Round and round the garden like a busy bee,
All those petal journeys to bring honey to me.
I jumped upon a lily pad to watch the ripples spread,
The dalai lama says I’ll be reborn after I’ll be redead.
Reminders of mortality are supposed to make us wise,
And see that all around us is an ever changing disguise.
Appreciate kindness it saves your life every day,
For the road to happiness only goes one way.
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Night, and the streets hum with desires hurrying to be met.
A dog chases it’s own tail as
The uprooted hungry gather under street lights,
Sifting the bin bags for yesterday’s food.
Ego is loose in the dreams of the sleeping.
The signs are everywhere but it can’t be found.
The dawn star is not sleeping.
It knows how the moon is embraced by the sun.
No sun. No moon. What is revealed in that darkness
To the open heart and mind?
Lotus, roots deep in the dark compost of experience,
Open! Let our love appear!
New Moon 30-07-11
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On Meditation
gently apply heat
bubbles will surface slowly
boiling suddenly
by Tharlam Gyamtso
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Way up north there are
some frozen lakes like mirrors.
I do not blame them.
by Minna Stenroos
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