Pdlyons's ExplorationsThese Words
from the tiredness of my bones
not syllables of warm water mouths
rather emanate rich with marrow silent sensations
hot cold
soft foetal
crescents of your ears
depth deeper than you know of your eyes
the vast rift of tears
your endless heart
alone sometimes in the dark
I have been a labour for you
silently aloud
likewise you should read
these words so unlike other words
each window through which invisible creatures
of what cannot be said climb
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On November 22, we received a reply from Ato Rinpoche. It was short and to the point, clearly responding to our request. Here is the response:
Greetings to the signatories of the letter below!
I am reticent by nature and by training reluctant to criticise the behaviour of others. In the present circumstances, however, I do now plainly state that the abusive behaviour outlined in the letter by eight Rigpa students last year – if it is true, and I have no reason to doubt it – is not acceptable to me.
For sound advice on the Teacher/Pupil relationship I would recommend reading Patrul Rinpoche and heeding the advice repeatedly given by the Dalai Lama.
Ato Rinpoche.
one of the benefits of growing up with a dad who was an out of print / second hand books seller – or as it was back in the pre computer days , a book scout; was that he would give me little gems that he thought were ” up my alley”. As a teenager i was given things like Henry miller, James Joyce, Tolkien, Tanith Lee, Anais Nin, etc. these days i am no teenager but i am well blessed with books.
currently i am re reading a beautiful book once given to me by my dad. Of course i no longer have the copy he gave me, one of us may have sold it years ago, or maybe it perished in my own great water in the storage space disaster of 2010 .any way I am reading Journal of a Solitude by May Sarton. She was a particularly…
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maybe better to not do
not anything, but specific things like
not belittle or condescend?
like not be such a coward
projecting targets outward with vengeance?
or maybe quite simply not being around
allowing the healing process to be unhindered
no matter how justified he felt for doing more?
In June 2019, Damcho Dyson, Tahlia Newland and Jacki Wicks are delivering a paper together on Sogyal Rinpoche’s abuse and the fallout it caused as part of the Sakyadhita International Association of Buddhist Women’s 16th International Conference. Jacki emailed Tenzin Palmo asking about an aspect of the conference and also asked what her thinking was on things like samaya and guru devotion in the context of abusive teachers. I found Tenzin Palmo’s reply refreshingly sensible and direct and asked if I could post it here. She gave her permission, so here it is:
Samaya goes both ways: the student has samaya to the teacher but the teacher also has samaya to the student. The student’s samaya is to cultivate devotion, trust and openness in order to receive the mind blessings of the guru. The teacher’s samaya is, through their knowledge and compassion, to develop the spiritual potential of the student. Therefore…
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through her he was to know god
she brought him inward
through a darkness full of wonder
empty of fear
she shared him mysteries
free from all that was jagged
it was not big
it was not seduction
it was an encompassing healing
a grace full of joyful weeping
silence the first breath he ever fully took her beauty communion
a leaf
a blade of grass
the ground we walk on
the air we breathe?
the sky blue
the sky black
stars slowly shifting
phases of the moon
the sun setting
the sun rising?
what is the ordinary?
clear water
salt water
tides changing
river motion
the scent of roses
buzz of insects
birds singing
birds upon the wing
shapes of shifting clouds
the sound of rain upon warm pavement
what is the ordinary?
your birth
your self
your child
your lover
your life
your death
what is the ordinary?
explain it to me please
A lump of wood
Too big for the stove
Too small to bother with re-cutting
Weighed down the lid of the recycle barrel
Until they moved
Then someone threw it over the fence into the hedge row
Hell yes~ These are awesome! I’d love to use all of them for the fall issue. I’ll keep you posted as the release approaches in late October.
Thanks,
Tommy
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ruff draft
– she thought they would be safe.
told them that they were supporters, that her older son
was in their army.
sure they said and shoved her, sure then we’ll be gentle.
her youngest son they shot for coming to her aid.
they tied her to the bed post while they did things to her daughter.
then they shot the daughter to death as well.
when we found her she had torn her wrists bloody trying to get free.
She says:
These are not my hands
They do not belong to me.
These are the hands that did not save my children.
She begs us to chop them off
We have to always have someone with her otherwise she tears off the bandages with her teeth.
The woman would speak only in whispers and leaned into Tilkon
– Oh Tilkon said, ah she wants to give you something
meaning Shirley
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