The providence of light
honors the appetite of all things seen
knows the curvature of space
from the choreography of the red-shifted, to
the bent lamplight of the inner lanes.
In the headlights, opened eyes
a latent disorder is caught deer-sighted
and joining, we work the tantra of an
off-world insight, seeing in the rearview
landmarks, clutch-holds, and signifiers.
Hello, host of house-haunting neuroses
I so want to be gentle with you
the troublemakers who cast shadow puppets
onto appetites that are themselves shadows
in light that I myself provide.
The Buddhas are the emmisarial activity
of ordinary reality, which serves to unconfound
the Herculean elaborations of dualistic thought.
No place in mind.
No mind in place.
Between these, rest your case.
a true silence
bypassing the eavesdropping
machinery of the ear
is neither there
nor not there
once found, mere sound
becomes a decoration
a contra-audible flamboyance riding
the breath of state
One’s heart center may be seen
as a sphere of light-shine
composed of the accumulated reflections
of the heart-center-lights
of all the other beings.
As everything arises in complete interdependence
who can take credit or assign blame?
The mantrum does not transform
the world into Chenrezig
the world already is Chenrezig
where have you been?
homage to the
traffic Buddha, yield sign
at the intersection of
myself and other
What direction leads you home,
away from home you go, away from
Good night to möbius day, the
pitcher pours but empties what it
Tinder your worries, the blaze
of all concerns, the smoke of all
The heart and marrow, the callused
feet, the weary find their lotus
I will stack my own bones
at the feet of the universal worthy
The Primordial Buddha is called Samantabhadra (Tib. Kuntuzangpo) which means Universal Worthy. To meet this Buddha, look nowhere but directly at your own mind. They say your Buddha Nature is identical to Samantabhadra’s Buddha Nature. Wherever you go, there you are: you are already home so all directions lead away. Then night leads to day in a kind of endless möbius strip where a pitcher fills itself by emptying itself into itself. The dog chases its own tail. So let our worries be the tinder to the bonfire of our vanities. With concerted effort we find the effortless release, the lotus seat. We will accomplish the impossible as a service to beings, I pray at the feet of Kuntuzangpo.
I lift my glass to mental health
to mind: the source of matters
single pointed cache of wealth
when flesh and bone are tatters
I toast the peaceful, happy minds
of all you non-mad hatters
compassion’s light will loose the binds
of darkness as it scatters