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We have All Touched The World With Little Fingers


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here’s the thing –
the people prayed to God;
deliver us from evil,
from oppression,
poverty,
war,
pestilence,
all this misery.

And hearing their prayers
god sent an answer.

But it wasn’t a king,
an army,
a weapon,
a political party,
not even a religion –
but rather God with all the power and the glory

answered  their prayers

with  a  child

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for you all – may you remember

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with regards to Joseph Campbell

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Campbell

https://www.jcf.org/new/index.php?categoryid=11

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truly see the world, a child like poem by Pd lyons


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if we truly see the world as it is our hearts would break.

and  if our hard and well protected hearts  broke

then they would become truly soft.

what if we all treated the world with softness,

the natural softness of the human heart?

is that buddha

is that Christ,

is that the Goddess

is that Allah,

God, Krishna

Zeus?

i dont know but it could be us

and  if were us, what would our world look like then?

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this spring ( for mara) by pd lyons


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always willing to go

always yes, never no

protector of my daughter

her first time home alone

days so grey I couldn’t imagine telling any one else about –

you were my only confidante

where you are now

i don’t know

but there’ s this place in my heart

where, whenever i call,

i know you’ll come

do dogwoods grow in this country?

if so  this spring i’ll plant one where you lie

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Mother Nature by pd Lyons


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I am blue skies

trailed with perfect black birds

over an autumnal tree line

I am an ocean so blue

it makes everything else seem white,

A forest of shadows so deep any midnight would be envious

I have been the heat from which the iron of this planet

ran .

I have been an ice so deep

that for a thousand years the sun stood in retreat.

And you with self shackled minds,

dreams tinier than any, ever- living thing ?

what you do you think pursuers of poisons?

are there any poisons that are not mine?

what do you think deniers of your own senses?

where do you think the chemicals for those thoughts come from?

I have seen stars begin and watched them dwindle.

I have seen every living thing that has ever done so,

and will see every one that ever will be, born and die.

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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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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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