Thursday, August 30, 2007

Time Net


Have you noticed how time appears - or 'seems' - to be accelerating these years?

The phenomena tries to be imperceptible, like a subtle field/net that has caught us all up in its sweep...

Days have less 'time', the end of the day quickens;
Years fall by more rapidly...

As if there is a hurry to be somewhere, to get somewhere...

Racing ahead for some great event, perhaps?

This is not a poem; it is a moment of reflection...

Friday, August 24, 2007

More Honey from the Turquoise Bee

More honey drops from the tantric-pen of Tsangyang Gyatso:

When I held the jewel in hand
I didn't know its worth.
When I lost it to another
The wind of loss howled in my chest.


Small black written letters
Can be destroyed by water or crossed out.
An unscribed figure in the mind may fade
But will never be forgotten.


Lover who was joy to me,
Married to another -
This sickness of mind
Though inside
Consumes the flesh of the body

Monday, August 20, 2007

The Turquoise Bee

The colour of turquoise has adorned the rulers of Ancient Egypt, the Aztecs, Persia, Mesopotamia, the Indus Valley, and to some extent in ancient China since at least the Shang Dynasty: A common belief shared by many of these civilizations held that turquoise possessed certain prophylactic qualities; it was thought to change colour with the wearer's health and protect him or her from untoward forces.

The Turquoise Bee is a collection of Tantric lovesongs of Tibet's Sixth Dalai Lama (1683-1706)....

By drawing diagrams on the ground
The stars of space can be measured.
Though familiar with the soft flesh
Of my lover's body
I cannot measure her depths.


Your smile with white teeth flashing
Is meant to lead this young man on -
But if you really want me
Please, lady, swear it from the depths of
Your heart.


Bees produce the most beautiful honey...

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

In The Garden

A gardener must first cultivate and tend to their own garden before being useful to other gardens... this is because a garden can feel the knowledge and compassion of its gardener, and as 'like attracts like' responds to the energetic field of resonance that the gardener's Heart emits.

Yet until the gardener has shaped his own Heart, there is little use in wandering into another's garden.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Except

Except the intensive love, except love,
I haven't any other work.

Except the tender love, except the tender love,
I don't have another seed to sow.

Rumi