t.k. wrote this small poem about his experience of enlightened mind incarnating again and again, in the realm of beings, as the action of Love.
A dakini night poem: A wounded heart in the month of miracles: (recollecting a conversation with Guru Pema on how we appear again and again)
He said: "You will remember, like a quick wisp, a small flutter... there then gone.
You will remember the prowling of streets and the way your fingers brushed across the twilight. You will remember the buzzing of little bees and the extent of silence, you will remember conflict and loss, thickets of berries, the hands of a small child, the spokes of a wheel, the fragrance of night air, the tangle of your consorts hair, conversations of sunlight.
You will remember all this and your heart will break into a thousand shard like wounds and each of these will become a form, a body, a water moon, a magical appearance, a rainbow, a mirage, a dream, a moments hope."
I replied: "There is no rainbow, no mirage, no water moon. There is no
one to see it and nothing to be seen. This virtuous moment has never
been and will never end. No Buddha descended, no beings were lost,
no dream like victor saved them from diseases they never had. No suffering, no end of suffering and so on right up until.... this moment."
He said: "Yes, and still your heart will break, and still the bitter sweet pain will fill you, and still the myriad worlds will turn and spin, and still you will appear again and again until every being who never was is freed from suffering."
I replied: "This is a hard bargain you drive."
He said: "Yes, but it's the only game in town."
Night was falling into silence. The twilight sun splayed in a thousand rays and droplets. Mind from the heart flowed through the corridor of the eyes and became the only love. It is not that I was wrong, rather, it was simply that he was right. The fragrant flower closed in upon itself as dusk turned to dark
Ah, it is worth it!
DohaSongs 4 months ago
It is princess Mandarava one of the primary people in the foundation of Vajrayana. Princess Mandarava was an Indian princess who was also a disciple of Guru Rinpoche Padmasambhava. There is a good book about her called The Lives and Liberation of Princess Mandarava: The Indian Consort of Padmasambhava translated by Sangye Khandor and Lama Chonam. This painting itself is from the tantric murals at Tsogyelgar where t.k. teaches. - these are exquisite 10 foot tall by 60 foot long.
DohaSongs 5 months ago