"rinpoche" poems
here
even eagles dare
not enter
a snow capped peak
where
meteor showers fall
and
gods routinely visit
to pay obeisances
to the solitary mendicant
that being for whom
all things
animate and inanimate
are equal
and worthy of compassion,
this eternal resident
of gang rinpoche
© 2017
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
*"Renunciation is realizing that nostalgia for samsara is full of ****
-Trungpa Rinpoche
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche,
Wisdom of sages and guru of pop
consulted dakinis in black bikinis;
talked shop…
Enlightened by wisdom’s varied liquors
fueled by a thirst for Buddhahood
this ex-Abbot fed his habit—
(not good).
Trungpa, winged with eastern wisdom
fell from Tibet to the decadent West.
Buddhist conjectures packed his lectures.
Trung was blessed
with warm and available devotees
who sought Himalayan experience .
One curious girl had a tantric whirl
of deliverance.
Escaping her Northern boarding school
she incarnated in his suite.
Spiritual union in carnal communion
yielded heat.
And then in nine months came forth a boy:
a reincarnated holy one.
Google his name of dubious fame:
the tulku son.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
"The mind in its natural state can be compared to the sky, covered by layers of cloud which hide its true nature."
- Kalu Rinpoche
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC