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Homage to the Bodhisattva
A Bodhisattva is a wounded healer. She recognizes the different aspects of heart wisdom. The heart is suffering, joyful, open, and complete.
A Bodhisattva is a spiritual warrior. She uses the Vajra sword and cuts all negativity. She sees one goal only and such goal is to attain complete and utter happiness so that she can be of complete use to everything and everyone around her. She understands that when she is not complete then compassion is impossible to express.
A Bodhisattva has the lions roar. All deeds of body, speech and mind are dedicated to all sentient beings. Whether suffering or in joyful bliss, she dedicates all things to the happiness of all sentient beings.
A Bodhisattva realizing the ungraspability of all dharmas goes straight and attains total cessation of suffering and stress.
Whatever arises it is known to be of the essence of Rigpa. By seeing this all things are of one taste, appearance-emptiness. The illusion of reference points and of duality is seen through.
A Bodhisattva rest in her warm smile. Confident and peaceful. Welcome home, have some tea.
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The Sky Dragon's Profound Roar
by Venerable Khenpo Tsultrim Gyamtso Rinpoche
Up in the sky's expanse, true being, unborn, forever pure
Beautiful is the world below me how many colors do I see
But when I look I can't find anything that's born or has a root
So the time has come to meditate on true reality, of ego clinging free
All my possessions, all that I enjoy, are like rainbows in the sky
Even their smallest parts have no essence they don't exist at all
So when I enjoy illusory pleasures, empty appearing tea and beer
It's time to rest in mind's full moon empty awareness, radiant clarity
The stages of practice of the Tathagata's view and meditation
Are skillful methods that clear away ordinary thoughts
So I train in appearance and mind being without base or root
When sickness and death suddenly strike, I'll be ready, without regret
In the pattern that the world and life's appearances weave
Visions of parents, relatives and friends are like illusions and dreams
Like morning mist, they are fleeting, and at the time they dissolve
That's the time to search for unborn confused mind's basic reality
In the baseless, rootless and empty confused appearances of life
We suffer from heat and from cold and from so many other things
But diligence in Secret Yana's practices, so powerful
Makes fox-like cowardice be free all by itself the time has come!
To what we beautify with hats and clothing to this heap of elements
We offer tasty food and many other things whatever we may find pleasing
But the carelessness and craziness of this life will end one day
So be ready to be fearless of the judgement of the mighty Lord of Death
From the country of great snow mountain a realm of Dharma
Having crossed many hills and valleys and now flying through the sky
I purify illusory flesh and blood into empty appearing deity
Paths and bhumis' realizations self liberated in this I train
Ha Ha! Dechen Rangdrol's conduct that's free of attachment
A Ho! It's time to fly in the expanse of sky of spacious Mother
Very good both of you.
Yoga inspires the art. Oh how Bodhicitta is a precious jewel.
Everything is thrown into the fire of the heart for the sake of all sentient beings.
Somebody is in love...
She always delivers.