teachings of a modern spiritual adept
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Poetry

where mystery, emptiness, and form are expressed with twilight language in verse

To a yogi being born or dying are pretty much the same.

This body, a mandala of secrets, it’s essential heart is the Heart of all Sugatas,
It’s pleasures are the outer offering, it’s kleshas are the inner and
Inseparable wisdom bliss suffices for the secret!
To a yogi obstacles and easy times are pretty much the same.

In the playful realm of magically appearing manifestation
Here and there are both an infinite palace.
Realize this and you won’t need to go wandering.
To a yogi coming and going are pretty much the same.

In the dimension of luminosity and lucidity
Strangers and companions are both the deity.
Realize this and Love will find it’s own place.
To a yogi friends and foes are pretty much the same.

In the great indestructible bindu’s stronghold
Mind remains unborn no matter how many lives you’ve had.
Realize this and you won’t fret over appearing and disappearing.
To a yogi being born or dying are pretty much the same.

In the vast of Mind’s own way of abiding
Emptiness and appearance are mere words.
Realize this and you will be able to rest at ease.
To a yogi doing and non-doing are pretty much the same.

 

By connecting the profound oral instructions to the lineage of accomplished practice the result, present from the start, becomes manifest – doubts and efforts are laid to rest in the five expanses and, like a carefree tiger, you roam the jungle of awareness appearance. - t.k.

t.k., tsogyelgar, traktung khepa

Priya Tsomo