some little thoughts
“Just as by the seal of the king
the palace doors are marked.
So the whole person is marked
By the insignia of True Individuality.”
- Rongzompa Chokyi Wangpo
A song of Dzogchen view that goes beyond the concept of external reality/or confusion and internal reality/or confusion... sing it again and again and again forever until you become its meaning. The pure one Namkhai Nyingpo attained realization singing this prayer that he received from Guru Rinpoche. Just to hear Khandro's voice, a voice imbued with this prayers realization, is enough for transmission.
The sage does not have the slightest idea of what they are doing. They are like a person walking about in deep sleep. Not the slightest idea. None at all. They do not even have an intention or the intention to have an intention or even the possibility of forming an intention to have an intention. What useless appearances they are! Hahaha - t.k.
When reality is known, there is no knower, no known, no knowledge ... only light and awareness in singularity. Where in that will the you - that is not - find a place for status, authority, dogma, dharma business, confusions, bondage, liberation, the buying and selling of snake oil ... what a load of garbage. Just throw it all out with last night’s dinner. - t.k.
The ground of the path is Buddha nature, the end of the path is Buddha nature and in the middle there is the clarification of mind's confused conceptions. ... like a man who is mentally ill and thinks he is Napolean ... he isn't Napolean, never was, never will be ... he is simply trapped in a confusion, delusion and it has become "habit" - it shapes his life and world and he is attached to it. ... little by little it seems to be non-functional and so he suffers and wants some help. The psychiatrists try to help ... they introduce him to his real world again, his wife, his child, his home little by little so the reality can undermine the illusion. ... this is what the empty mind of wisdom does - because its spontaneous nature is compassion. ... it makes up methods to lure you, seduce you, cajole you, provoke you first into questioning "who am i?" and then into unraveling the knots formed by many lives of unreality habit ... those knots are in the shape of body and world and identity. ... the path is like a fire placed in a log -- the log burns up and the fire also disappears with it. - love, t.k.