The MOON goes to NIRVANA; The Lotus plant conveys its juice through the stalk-NO BARRIER TOWARDS ENLIGHTENMENT

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Beautiful Violet Flowers, Sikkim, Yuksom

“Where the wind of the senses

Has vanished from the mind,

I don’t know where my self has gone…”

-Aryadeva, Bengali Poetry

*Brahmarandhra in the cranium with its multi colored 1000 petals is the so called pedestal of Sahasrara – It the seat of the Guru and the Chaitanya Shakti

  • To progress in the practice of recognizing MIND ESSENCE, it is important to generate FAITH  and DEVOTION  towards ENLIGHTENED BEINGS and COMPASSION towards those who are not enlightened.

A complete presence of the mind   

495

Buddha Statue, Near Yang Thang Rinpoche’s Hermitage, Yuksum, Sikkim 

When time’s linear meaning is lost

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Nalateshwari Shakti Peeth Temple, Nalhati Village, Birbhum/1 of the 51 Shakti Peeths

Is the Awareness of the Universe

As Empty Oneness

It becomes still as the eye of the night heron

Waiting for a slight flutter in the lake

The fish underneath swirling unknowingly

At last death conjoins life to another life

To experience the soul’s eternal journey to its source

Myriad beings are caught in this web

They are all eternal in the flame that can never extinguish

Brahman in the stone,

In a mouthful of water gulped down by a dying man

In the streets where children dance,

In the laughter of the skies when thunder and lightning strike

Oceans are surging with waves of compassion

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Inside Banerpukur Adivasi Tribal Village, Shantiniketan, Birbhum

Stars are gliding past eyes

In the flicker of a moment

The crowning sun will embellish all agony and power

When you grow young you are old

When you grow old you are young

Beyond all that you are the ageless spirit:

The eye of the heron or fins of the fish

A supremely transcendental being

I am the Bodhisattva Manjushri

The red stone in Attahash

The Kalpabriksha, the Baobab tree

I am the essence of the Supreme Essence

That comes out of the void and goes back to the void

“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

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Waterfall West Sikkim

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherits shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep”.

(Prospero: Act IV Sc I, Tempest/Shakespeare)

-J

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