Padma Shambhava (Poem)
The Red Mountainsrise tall all aroundSoaked in the bloodof the Demons says legend. The slayer of Demonsthe Sorcerer Sage styledafter […]
The Red Mountainsrise tall all aroundSoaked in the bloodof the Demons says legend. The slayer of Demonsthe Sorcerer Sage styledafter […]
Lap of the Master I am a puny speck in Creationbut hold the entire Creation withinMyself I am the poet
A potato farmer seeksApples in the ground. An apple farmer tries toPluck Potatoes off a tree. Creatures of habit surrendertheir
Gentle Orchids and fragrantJasmine, subtle mauves and pinks.Perfection of the pomegranate andthe sour of the gooseberry, sweetnessof the mango and
Of the lands thatI traverse and the people thatI Meet and Mingle with.The exuberance of life in itsjoy and love,
In ignorance of Lord’s abodefound an alternate in mother’s womb The generation to come is only the bountyof the womb
Jasmine buds blossom to the call of the brilliant morn As if to ensure that the beauty of the precariously