Monthly Archives: November 2018

these words by pd lyons


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These 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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Ato Rinpoche Replies


What Now?

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.

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Contemplate This, from May Sarton & Carl Jung and my Good Dad


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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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no matter how justified he felt for doing more by pd lyons


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?

 

Helpful Words on Devotion, Samaya and Pure Perception from Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo


What Now?

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 by pd lyons


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

what is the ordinary? by pd lyons


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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

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useless


 

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

 

why we like rolling thunder quarterly/ 6 poems by pd lyons


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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,
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she thought they would be safe, from Bella and Shirley by pd lyons


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– 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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