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She completed all of her karma Nirvana to be her new home So compassionate was her dharma That she vowed not to leave us alone She saw human kind as her charges Stayed to free all from suffering and fear The promise of Quan Yin enlarges To love all and dry every tear The great chant will make us take notice Her compassion and love in full bloom “Hail the Jewel in the Lotus” “Om Mani Padme Hum” © Victor Fuhrman
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
Bodhisattva
Often I feel trapped in worlds opposed to each other In one, I am a cog in this insidious machine, always painfully aware of my complicity in the assault on the only Earth But in the other, I am free from the toils of man I am a Bodhisattva in loving service to our mother in her time of need, vowing to save every last one of her children Where will I turn today?
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC
Torn
HanShan said 'Just the other day A demon became a Bodhisattva.' Gives me hope Now I go too Find my mountain Desolation Peak Write my own poems On bamboo And rock
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Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Demon
Oh ferocious angels, lionesque children of Eden on narrow streets and polluted alleyways whispering cruel things to each other, you're radiant in your belligerence and as my enemies you are virtuous. Beside me in this carpeted rectangle room a faint glow exhales from the tall alpine ivory lamp illuminating firefly wings of blossoms alluringly exuberant in the afternoon sun-ray diamond shine and shimmer. Dusty tin roofs billow firewood smoke in the thick violet shade fog over-top cabin potted mountains and hills sprouting firs and rose bushes abounding. Spectrum cast chandeliers echo staircases which jot up and up arduous ruby landings, hardwood floor cracked and stacks of novels ballast the senescent hallways of bookshops where poets works and journals diaries and memoirs blur the serpentine walls with memories. Angelic the soul which is too often contaminated with avarice rebellious to concord living harmonious midst dew grass and calm waters in residential lakes empathy equanimity, far from Bodhisattva. Few kinds of darkness transcendental subduing other darkness to a weak shadow. There's an importance to admiring the delirium of metropolitan roads on roads this intricate unspoken connection to those who rest by stoplights and crawling traffic metallic molten aura of cars in July heat. Paying attention to the open window of adjacent apartments where Mr. Norris waters his tulips and shares this moment modern meditations practiced finding a balance in such an anxious volatile world like this. Oh ferocious angels, impetuous forlorn seraphs, sing! sing and soar! Boundless is our ardor and our passion. Unenclosed is the lion in it's bloom.
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Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 3:09 AM UTC
Modern Harmonies
Oh ferocious angels, lionesque children of Eden on narrow streets and polluted alleyways whispering cruel things to each other, you're radiant in your belligerence and as my enemies you are virtuous. Beside me in this carpeted rectangle room a faint glow exhales from the tall alpine ivory lamp illuminating firefly wings of blossoms alluringly exuberant in the afternoon sun-ray diamond shine and shimmer. Dusty tin roofs billow firewood smoke in the thick violet shade fog over-top cabin potted mountains and hills sprouting firs and rose bushes abounding. Spectrum cast chandeliers echo staircases which jot up and up arduous ruby landings, hardwood floor cracked and stacks of novels ballast the senescent hallways of bookshops where poets works and journals diaries and memoirs blur the serpentine walls with memories. Angelic the soul which is too often contaminated with avarice rebellious to concord living harmonious midst dew grass and calm waters in residential lakes empathy equanimity, far from Bodhisattva. Few kinds of darkness transcendental subduing other darkness to a weak shadow. There's an importance to admiring the delirium of metropolitan roads on roads this intricate unspoken connection to those who rest by stoplights and crawling traffic metallic molten aura of cars in July heat. Paying attention to the open window of adjacent apartments where Mr. Norris waters his tulips and shares this moment modern meditations practiced finding a balance in such an anxious volatile world like this. Oh ferocious angels, impetuous forlorn seraphs, sing! sing and soar! Boundless is our ardor and our passion. Unenclosed is the lion in it's bloom.
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Bodhisattva Boundless energy Eternal Light Gone beyond all fear Form is emptiness Emptiness is form Buddham saranam gacchami Dhammam saranam gacchami Sangham Saranam gacchami I have come to help all beings And deep inside I have the most wondrous heart I must cultivate Ren Human heartedness Virtuosity Know the male, but keep the female, Being the universal river-valley, Being the the universal river-valley, One has the eternal virtue [te] undivided And becomes again as a child They tried to banish me No No No Boundless light, Boundless energy Ten-thousand eyes Never tire of seeing I will return I must help all sentient beings In giving I will receive the greatest gift! Buddham saranam gachammi Dhammam saranam gachammi Sangham saranam gachammi Love It's love
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
Bodhisattva
a fearful thought or idea enters my head and robs me of my serenity the center of all my obsessions is me, and the only things that helps me get out of myself is being of service to others I ain't no bodhisattva, but I think they had it right. Even if you become an englightened being, what's the point of being aware and free if you aren't willing share it and help others to be free.
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
freedom from obsession