In Pursuit of Mysteries

See you next week!

Ho!

In a little over eight hours, I will be on a plane to New Jersey. Once I land, I'll be picked up by Inominandum, my evil twin. We'll be going to meet others in our little tantric society for a small retreat in upstate New York being done by us at a campground. Just eight or ten of us, a teacher who is also a friend of a number of the members, a bunch of ritual paraphernalia and some Buddhism with an attitude.

I've got two large duffle bags of camping stuff, my portable espresso maker
and a pound of coffee. I'm ready to go.

See you in about six days…

Another Song of Enlightenment

This was sent to me by a friend of mine in exchange for the other song that I posted.

From the Shangpa Timeless Rapture- Inspired Verses of the Shangpa Masters, p.103- Songs of Kyergangpa- from the “vajra song that introduces one’s own mind as the spiritual master”….

If I were to relate his life story, it would be like this:

This master is not subject to distance, there is no sentient being he does not pervade.

Because his aspirations are pure, there is no one who does not belong to his family

Because his compassion is vast, there is no one he has not placed in enlightenment’s primordial state.

Because this maser’s acts are powerful, he enters both existence and transcendence with complete mastery.

Because this master is not subject to change, you might have wrong views about him but he remains the same.

You’ve never been separated from this master for an instant. Such a longtime companion, but so difficult to see!

Because this master is not subject to death, he keeps constant vigil: how amazing!

As for such a spiritual master of your own mind,
Look to his face and recognize your own nature.
Pray to him without doubt or hesitation.
Develop devotion to him by placing your mind in it’s own uncontrived ground.
Serve him by dwelling continually within it.
Feed him the food of clarity and emptiness without grasping.
Offer him the drink of the realization of inseparable mindfulness and  distraction.
Clothe him in the robe of knowledge of appearance and sound as magical illusion.
Place below him the carpet of uncontaminated bliss.
Have him wear the hat of unsought primordial presence.
Offer him the gifts of no clinging to whatever arises.

A Dzogchen Song

The Spontaneous Song of the Innate

The Supplication of Calling the Master from Afar

by His Holiness Dudjom Rinpoche

Your essence, the natural state of simplicity, unchanging from the beginning,
Abides as the youthful vase body, the basic luminosity of primordial purity.
Dharmakaya master Yeshe Dorje, think of me.
Grant your blessing that I may attain the great confidence of the view.

Your nature, the luminous sphere of unobstructed unity,
Abides as the display of spontaneous presence endowed with the five certainties.
Sambhogakaya master Dechen Dorje, think of me.
Grant your blessing that I may perfect the great skill of meditation.

Your compassion, the wakefulness free from extremes and devoid of partiality,
Abides as the naked essence of all-pervasive awareness and emptiness.
Nirmanakaya master Drodül Lingpa, think of me.
Grant your bless that I may master the great enhancement of action.

There is no change in the primordial ground of self-awareness.
There is no good or bad in whatever occurs, the expression of dharmakaya.
Since my present wakefulness is the buddha in person,
I have discovered the carefree master of mental ease within my own heart.

When realizing that the master’s nature is this innate mind,
There is no need for fixated prayer or contrived exertion.
By relaxing freely in the uncontrived and natural glow of awareness,
I have obtained the blessing of nonfixation, spontaneously freeing whatever occurs.

There is no chance for buddhahood through the way of fabrication.
The mind-made meditation of speculation is a deceptive enemy.
As a silly madman whose fixation has collapsed,
I will now spend my life unadorned, in the spontaneous state of rest.

As a yogin of the Great Perfection, I am happy in whatever I do.
As a scion of Padmakara, I am joyful no matter who I am with.
As the great treasure master, my protector is unequaled.
As the heart essence of dakinis, these teachings are unmatched.

The darkness of the great ignorance in my heart is spontaneously
cleared.
The sun of luminous wakefulness shines unobscured and continuously.
This great fortune is the kindness of my master, the only father.
I remember his kindness which is impossible to repay.

At the request of my foremost vajra disciple, Tulku Jigmey Chö-ying
Norbu Dön Tamchey Drubpey Dey, this was uttered as wanton gossip by Jigdrel Yeshe Dorje.