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Good night, sweet dreams!
May Dakinis hold your hearts and grant theirbliss!
The Vajrakiss.
Can you drink the poison too? I know you do!
You might as well agree to this: That you would sell your soul for bliss.
Even I can answer this; There is no soul, there is no goal.
Even bliss is this: emptiness so profound.
The vibe of Light cannot be found!
So forgive, wake up, dispel.
There is depth to this well.
In the end..I am your friend.
Hallelujah and amen!
The following is from a series of tweets by Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo:
Eyes gaze, mind clear, nothing is seen.
He is beautiful, the Guru.
In the space between molecules non existent he appears,
I feel Him.
His regal stance, His tenderness, the gentle King of all Dharma,
The second one comes in image – again to my heart,
Oh Beloved, your face
Is the nectar I crave and cannot forget, the blessing I crave and hold.
If I cannot see you everywhere I will not see at all.
Yours are the eyes I gaze into, the sea in which I swim,
Never abandon any of your followers!
I offer body speach and mind
To touch the honey, sweetness only possessed by you.
I am yours life after life,
You who are the silence and ecstasy,
I follow you always, my heart..
Cosmic Lover, I am yours.
I will follow you and practice.
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In our divided
clinging consciousness
In our ego-centered
dreaming
we are bound.
Flung
Unaided, unable
to distinguish
The nature that is peace.
Drunken
Imagining distinction
in the nature that
is form and formless
Grieving
for we have seen
the difference
Between the crystal and the nectar
that fills it
with its emptiness
Oh..
If we could
only taste
the soundless voice
that sings its silent name
In colors
OM!
Vairocana Holy Holy
Bring the blessed kindest
Wisdom of the Dharmadhatu
To this singer’s song
Scream!
For we are angry
we are chained
In our self-righteousness
we are prisoners and wardens
Alone
No love in hate
No reason, no meaning
Hallucination, like a drug
we’re burning
Stiff
with jaundiced principles
disjointed, numbed
We’ve sold our value
for a nightmare
Sick
and filled with venom
we are dead and dying
scratching at our eyes
that we might see
Locked
in form, in function
In making statements
meaningless in the silence
of our indivisibility
HUNG
Vajrasattva Blessed Blessed
Bring the mirror wisdom
To the crying ones
who long to see your face
Running
In our race
to nowhere
Pumped with
self value
Our holy war
Straining
With increasing tension
Structuring conviction
Deny that I am you
can’t see your eyes
Plumped
And filled with dirty
hard distinctions
We are successful
We have sat our
hellish throne
Preening
In the gorgeousness
of reason
Reasons not to give our lives
Oh, take this life
Truly
We try so hard
to know the rapture of union
Impossible to know
with hearts so dry
SO
Ratnasambhava Buddha Buddha
Bring the view
of equanimity
like holy wine
to this tired burning child
Need
The force is boundless
the aching endless
It never ceases
We are obsessed
Craving
The fire burns us
Our lips are parched
Our eyes, our hearts
Know no release
Pointless
The endless seeking
brings more of nothing
The suffering of suffering
has reached its peak
Moving..
this restless searching
I think of babies
crying
for the mother’s breast
Touch us
We need to feel it
It all seems
out there
Beyond our reach
AH
Amitabha Purest Pure One
Cleanse our Perception
Bring the feast
of Pure Discrimination
to our hungry mouths
Wounded
Worlds of wounded
Crying and helpless
No one to
hear them
Too much jealousy
and fear
Wasted
Too tired and jaded
Sick and faded
Certain of my fix,
my gig, my sphere
Unaided
Standing alone in
mute acceptance
Burden of proof
so heartless
That we are here
We are
I am
Engaged
In righteous battle
I am unique!
Distinguished!
Endless is my work!
Please
There must be something
Or maybe someone
Responding sweetly
But never me
For I cannot
HA
Amoghasiddhi Sublime Dancer
Bring us the movement
The sweet activity
Of Perfect Love
© Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo
The following is from a series of tweets by Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo:
We are women
We are delicate and fragile
And inconceivably strong
Worlds are born from us
We are sacred
We are the oceans of the Earth
Seducing and touching the sand
This is our time
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In a dream I remember that I forgot what I remembered
I knew that I knew it was a dream.
I know I can stand still, in full presence and awaken
How odd that our uncontrived Primordial Nature dances with SO MANY mirrors, all sizes and shapes.
Splendid and devastating!
OM MANI PEDME HUNG
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A poem by Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo
From the ordinary clay of samsara,
brilliant jewels of pure intention arise
Qualities are stable and virtuous,
as those things to be accepted or rejected are defined.
Slowly, with effort and renunciation,
the beautiful golden vase of wisdom and knowledge arises.
A new heart filled with comfort and joy is realized.
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The following is from a series of tweets by Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo:
Some of them are prideful, full of themselves in a way that precludes actual opening. Like cigar smoke in a furnished room makes a man.
Some are like Nero, madly playing in the bubble of delusion while samsara burns. Burns.
Some are ignorance. Like eyes watching a world of smoke and mirrors, totally orchestrated by madness.
Some are mechanical, reactive, tight. With a prototype protective covering, no one will notice they are not quite human.
For some it means nothing. Awake, asleep – shallow and deep. Up and high or on the fly – maybe you can’t help it. Or maybe I can’t.
Some go evil. Manipulation is evil. Like raising my kids. No one can discipline unless they have birthed and loved, wanted the best for them, I believe. And stick with that.
And the killers? Just keep them from harming more. I don’t care if they watch cable , swim, and have massage all day.
I wish we could all sit down and pray,
make offerings in some peaceful way,
for our selfishness we could offer light
no reason to fight.
Listen, we can do this,
we can blow right through this,
if we never take our minds off what’s right- Ja!
I could go on all night! Hallelujah and Amen!
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A teaching by Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo
Try to believe in the Love….that the Love that exists is
Absolute. It never varies, it is unchanging. You did nothing
to deserve it and you cannot destroy it. It is your belief in the
Love, your acceptance of it, this changes from moment to
moment, circumstance to circumstance, tossed about on the
waves of your emotions.
Let your heart fall deeper under the surface to where the
waves seem very far away. There you will find it, and me.
Make a samaya now to go deeper every day, to diligently
travel to that calm place where the sands do not shift at all.
You never asked for this! Only for what is temporary,
turbulent, based on a self that you have only imagined. Learn
to ask for what is true. That you will be answered is certain
because the answer is already accomplished.
Beneath the waves it is already there.
I am with you again, still, always.
I do love you.
The following poem is from a series of tweets by Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo, inspired by the Occupy Wall Street movement:
I cried so much earlier, then I stopped a while. Time to cry again, no tears now. Too late for tears.
I wish I had some tears left over. I wish the well wasn’t dry. I wish I could speak to those with ears. So few.
I wish we all had understanding and Wisdom. And Compassion. But we are so busy, no time, even to pray. And so we lose our way.
Busy in our minds, dead in our hearts, eyes blind. I speak to a tree. At least it listens. Goodbye beautiful one.
Please awaken in spring, give us hope, a place to be. A place to Love again. A shady spot to remember when we were innocent.
We were so innocent while being eaten alive. I will always remember. If I don’t, who will?
The colors of Autumn in full measure
Bring to mind the ultimate pleasure
A great Mandala, an offering treasure
I offer to the Guru, gone beyond.
If my eyes know beauty, it is His.
If the scent is sweet it is His.
If the sound is lovely, it is His.
If the breeze is silk, it is His.
He who brought to me in this life
The ancient wisdom again, that Light.
The root of accomplishment, that One.
Only He warms my heart like the sun.
He will come again in glory
To sing His precious, ancient story.
Never mind the time of tears.
I cannot doubt that He is here