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no sight
no smell
no sound
no taste
no touch
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Kind Friend
Thank you for this amazing and challenging series. This brilliant exposition and analysis has ignited a neural lightning storm of auspicious potent in so many ways. I apologize for the half-thoughts previously blurted out, There is so much joy found in these dharma treasures beyond words. Ineffable siddhis…
I am working on a short reflective essay to try to better organize the piercing insights you have intuited throughout this series.
“Regard this phantom world
As a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream,
A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,
A flickering lamp—a phantom and a dream.”
Thank-you
(excerpt from introduction)
Homage to the great Milarepa for bestowing great courage and fearlessness in this old fool’s hopeless heart who taught the way by his unsurpassed example
Night and day my refuge and my delight forever are transfixed in the unbounded vastness of the Buddha, the dharma and the sangha. How great and exceedingly rare is the good fortune to have the precious sutras and other sacred texts of the great shining ones to behold in this lifetime for this sentient being. Sometimes to feast upon and other times to savour. How wonderful to arise from slumber to the piercing state of blazing awakening. Under the stars in the vast quietude of meditative contemplation, the one who ponders with equanimity finds peace. During the day the sparrows and their friends visit outside the window with delightful song for the daily offerings of loving-kindness. How could one ever want to sleep again?
Blazing awareness dawns within my imageless womb, in magical display I sense a multitude of universes appearing like sea foam bubbles in a crystal brook. Spontaneously arising, galaxies dance and twirl throughout space within my imageless womb. Immeasurable are the stars that radiate and blaze within this pristine awareness. Drifting in oceans of equanimity, appear a vast myriad of fractal thought forms. O how they ever morph and transform; from one iteration to another stretching out in an infinite web of bejeweled brocades. Though all these magical displays appear as sounds, lights, colours and forms, sometimes appearing in varying degrees of solidity, beautiful or terrifying, these are but the spontaneous play of this wondrous Unborn Mind.
In a dream I saw the Great Fearsome Mahakala filling the space of the sky. His body made up of galaxies. His crown adorned with stars. With a fierce countenance he held up the moon in his hands; with his billowing majesty motionlessly beaconing me to abandon this world. In awe of the glory, I was awakened. Ah the bliss of the raindrop that returns to the ocean. With this Vajra chopper I sever the root of the tree in order to become liberated; to abandon the wheel of becoming. Not here, not there, but to calmly abide within the interval. To prefer solitude over the tumult is the sure path of peace.
Blue Zeus’s bolt of light flashed with terrifying brilliance and dissolved above and betwixt my eyes. Again and again the bolt reappears forever. Forget about time, forget about space, and forget about everything in between. Taste the sweetness of the uncreated Light. Listen to the Hum of the hummingbirds.
Love your imagery, in particular the Mahakala illustration.