THE SIX FLAVORS OF MAHAMUDRA
"This too shall pass." Mahamudra Flavor # 1.
"I cannot control this now." Mahamudra Flavor #2
"I put this and myself here." Mahamudra Flavor # 3
"Someone else would see this differently." Mahamudra Flavor # 4
"I can transform this into an opportunity." Mahamudra Flavor # 5
"We must live as gardeners." Mahmaudra Flavor # 6
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THE SIX PERFECTIONS
Dana-Generosity
Shila-Ethical Kindness
Kshanti-Patience
Virya-Joyful Effort
Dhyana-Stillness
Prajna-Wisdom
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THE FIVE PRINCIPLE PATHS TO ENLIGHTENMENT
The Path of Accumulation
The Path of Preparation
The Path of Seeing
The Path of Habituation
The Path of No-more Learning
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THE FIVE POWERS
Shradda-Confidence
Virya-Effort
Smriti-Awareness
Samadhi-Meditation
Prajna-Wisdom
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TO STOP THE MIND FROM TURNING
Abhyasa-Constant Practice
Vairagya-Giving up Attachments
THE EIGHT LIMBS OF YOGA
Yama - Moral observances
Niyama - Moral and ethical observances
Asana - Postures
Pranayama - Conscious controlled breathing.
Pratyahara - Drawing the senses inward
Dharana - Focus
Dhyana - Fixation
Samadhi - Enlightment.
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THE INFINITE FOUR
Maitri-Loving Kindness
Karuna- Compassion
Mudita-Joy
Upeksha- Equanimity
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THE FOUR HIGHER TRUTHS
“All suffering has a cause”
“All life in Sansara is suffering”
“There is an end to suffering“
“There is a path to the end of suffering”
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THE FOUR POWERS OF PURIFICATION
Remember
Regret
Restrain
Repair
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THE FIVE LAYERS
Anamaya-Food
Pranamaya- Energy
Manomaya- Inner Winds
Vijnamaya- Thoughts
Anandamaya- Emptiness
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THE FOUR BODIES OF AN ENLIGHTENED BEING
Dharmakaya- Emptiness
Dnjharmakaya- Omniscient
Sambhogakaya- Bliss
Nirmanakaya – Emanation
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THE FOUR LAWS OF KARMA
1. "Like produces like"
2. "Seeds grow"
3. "If the cause and conditions are in place,certain results."
4. "If the cause and conditions are not in place, nothing results".
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Anatomy of a Yogini.
Emotions only last for 75-90 seconds and everything
after that is Our attachment to that Emotion
So cultivating an awareness - this is what Yogis do.
Awareness being at the Center of a Yogis Mandala
after that is Our attachment to that Emotion
So cultivating an awareness - this is what Yogis do.
Awareness being at the Center of a Yogis Mandala
The Invisible Landscapes.
Explorer's of Consciousness
into the House of Spirits
Ayahuasca
A medicine man who I was destined to meet
spoke to me of this
he called himself ayahuascero.
Its rare you meet people like this in the city,
normally they are in the middle of the amazonian jungle
or up high in the valleys of Peru
Regardless, I became fascinated-
not because I want to go out and try it tonite
but simply because the more I read about it,
the more interesting I find it.
the gatekeeper and guide to the otherworldly realms.
Rainbow-like Visions
kingdom of the golden .......
Diamond-shaped darts of light
The shamans say its a window to the soul.
"I may not ever try it, honestly.." I said to the shaman.
Its amazing this powerful plant exists, though.
I am working on re-training my mind to stay present and centered
through the practice of Dzochen, a lineage of Tibetan Buddhism and YOGA.
The mind and its amazing powers!
--
these are just streams of consciousness running through my mind at the moment
--
the invisible landscapes that are illusions the mind creates on its own
the reality
and the distinction of both.
into the House of Spirits
Ayahuasca
A medicine man who I was destined to meet
spoke to me of this
he called himself ayahuascero.
Its rare you meet people like this in the city,
normally they are in the middle of the amazonian jungle
or up high in the valleys of Peru
Regardless, I became fascinated-
not because I want to go out and try it tonite
but simply because the more I read about it,
the more interesting I find it.
the gatekeeper and guide to the otherworldly realms.
Rainbow-like Visions
kingdom of the golden .......
Diamond-shaped darts of light
The shamans say its a window to the soul.
"I may not ever try it, honestly.." I said to the shaman.
Its amazing this powerful plant exists, though.
I am working on re-training my mind to stay present and centered
through the practice of Dzochen, a lineage of Tibetan Buddhism and YOGA.
The mind and its amazing powers!
--
these are just streams of consciousness running through my mind at the moment
--
the invisible landscapes that are illusions the mind creates on its own
the reality
and the distinction of both.
Adaptation:The Solar Barque.
Lost at Sea.
I've found my way...
my emotional rescue:
The sunrise by the ocean, the seabirds flying over my head, and my eagerness to explore new terrain whether by foot or fins.
The sea propels curiosity and excitement. ...
She looks eternal and beautifully transparent.
The creatures hidden underneath this layer of salty liquid dance around my wrinkled skin...
Estranged lovers - find their way.
It is no longer self-indulgence, or some type of nonhuman existence ... it is complete admiration for what is real. ... what exists naturally... beside the enamored bliss of love.
Observing, Sensing, Feeling ... This reminds me I am alive.
In the city, I question ... much..
traffic, consumerism, social life, feeling contained, hardly any open spaces..
fortunately, it is possible to live in a highly conscious city .. that creates a good balance to both worlds...
Every time I visit Mexico and its Mystics, I feel the usage of a different part of the brain....
Does that make sense?
the aperture of an open-mind
feelings seem to slip inside ..
Ancient Sacred Abandoned Cities - Chichen Itza (echoes )
" A wonder of the world"
After a two and a half hour driving through jungle, we first arrived to a cooperative- a small mayan town where they sold better quality hammocks, better woven than those you find in tulum or playa.
and intricate branded leather with cosmic designs of mayan astronauts ascending into the skies with a slight bit of oxygen to their mouth from the underworlds (cenotes) ... or the one of the eternal lovers- a powerful one.
the sacred temple of kukulkan- the serpents, the jaguars, time traveling, space, mathematics, architecture, planetary alignment, the triangular shaped heads, the sacrifices, their perception on death and life, the echoes in the fields, the resonant acoustics, the observatory, the cenotes ( subterranean caverns ) , SEVEN...
today was more than astonishing - words cannot describe what I had not seen in at least ten years..
I felt highly emotional there.... some reasons unknown.
saw a sign - It read " Dragon de los teclados " on the side of a hut.
I heard some musik coming out of there- i wish i could have gone in.
The sky was rainy and grey , then bright and blue.
I imagine these people to rise up to the Sun in an elaborate solar ship- a celestial one with wings and paws... with strings tied to some clouds like bodies of serpents.. ..
The Solar Barque.
By: Belle
I've found my way...
my emotional rescue:
The sunrise by the ocean, the seabirds flying over my head, and my eagerness to explore new terrain whether by foot or fins.
The sea propels curiosity and excitement. ...
She looks eternal and beautifully transparent.
The creatures hidden underneath this layer of salty liquid dance around my wrinkled skin...
Estranged lovers - find their way.
It is no longer self-indulgence, or some type of nonhuman existence ... it is complete admiration for what is real. ... what exists naturally... beside the enamored bliss of love.
Observing, Sensing, Feeling ... This reminds me I am alive.
In the city, I question ... much..
traffic, consumerism, social life, feeling contained, hardly any open spaces..
fortunately, it is possible to live in a highly conscious city .. that creates a good balance to both worlds...
Every time I visit Mexico and its Mystics, I feel the usage of a different part of the brain....
Does that make sense?
the aperture of an open-mind
feelings seem to slip inside ..
Ancient Sacred Abandoned Cities - Chichen Itza (echoes )
" A wonder of the world"
After a two and a half hour driving through jungle, we first arrived to a cooperative- a small mayan town where they sold better quality hammocks, better woven than those you find in tulum or playa.
and intricate branded leather with cosmic designs of mayan astronauts ascending into the skies with a slight bit of oxygen to their mouth from the underworlds (cenotes) ... or the one of the eternal lovers- a powerful one.
the sacred temple of kukulkan- the serpents, the jaguars, time traveling, space, mathematics, architecture, planetary alignment, the triangular shaped heads, the sacrifices, their perception on death and life, the echoes in the fields, the resonant acoustics, the observatory, the cenotes ( subterranean caverns ) , SEVEN...
today was more than astonishing - words cannot describe what I had not seen in at least ten years..
I felt highly emotional there.... some reasons unknown.
saw a sign - It read " Dragon de los teclados " on the side of a hut.
I heard some musik coming out of there- i wish i could have gone in.
The sky was rainy and grey , then bright and blue.
I imagine these people to rise up to the Sun in an elaborate solar ship- a celestial one with wings and paws... with strings tied to some clouds like bodies of serpents.. ..
The Solar Barque.
By: Belle
Circulation - Tao 45.
Spirituality begins in the loins,
Ascends up the back,
And returns to the navel.
// The Ever-evolving Chapters //
Ascends up the back,
And returns to the navel.
// The Ever-evolving Chapters //
Friday, May 22, 2009
A Little White Shadow.
I loved this work of Erasure Poetry, by Mary Ruefle.
"An exquisite art book of gentle and elegant found poetry.
and the little winds blowing
on rainy days,
and art was and would always be
and her hair, well it might grow
white in time
would always come for me
and grow confidential
then curve her shoulders and
say something philosophic.
that evaporated
like the rivers in a Chinese picture
other people read sonnets
but
my cousin Suvia
never cared for blood
and in this as in most things I agreed with her.
I had been sketching
tall pink
heather,
her hat being the only thing moving
I was brought in contact with the phenomenon peculiar to
" A shadow."
Everyone you met was sure, sooner or later, to speak
the
time-
No one at the Villa
made me secretly think of children chasing butterflies.
the flapping white
dresses of the fish
rising sharply against the sky
at last standing breathless before
two donkeys
stopped and spoke with them.
the servant seemed to be a
lady in quaint de Medici costume,
resting on soft red cushions, partially
covered with hands
my ignorance
was a refining influence
the view from the window stopped
and said, " Here I lie day after day and
and the only things I possess
which can travel, can go no farther,
think me lazy
always idle; but my brain
grows weary just thinking how to make
thought,
very simply,
" It's always noon with me.
pale, and deformed but very interesting,
sorrows of
a little Quietist
it was she was not known beyond her own chair
I think what will always linger
longest in our memories of her
we never would any of us miss
suffering
would lay back on her pillows exhausted with the intensity of
hope
a heart a heart when
laden hearts
cause they
showed me a little book
saints
disagreed with her.
artists
and their quarrels
a barbarity worthy of the Goths themselves.
flowers and birds
not able
to say something practical about human companionship
the pen
was going to try and join us there later,
provided the fever did not break out
the last three years had taken no vacation,
and the world
seemed drowsy
on the German piano.
birds were singing
in the language
which some believe he wrote after he drew the portrait of her
in black velvet
the last one
he wrote when quite an old man
Rendered into English
this was something of its meaning:
paper
on
fire
They had been at a loss for a subject at first, but had finally chosen
looking down the road as if waiting for
a new volume of Browning
I could not bear to say good bye. never
seemed to have held anything so hard be-
fore.
went away without word
for fear of breaking
Yet in the hall I turned
Our Lady of shadowy boats
three weeks later
brought us news of
September
married very quietly to
Rome
on her way back to Russia.
the stern sad problems of human
existence.
had its pauses
having once caught
sight of
a letter
God
changed.
the " Little White Shadow"
END
on end
"An exquisite art book of gentle and elegant found poetry.
Selectively painting over much of a forgotten nineteenth-century book, Ruefle's ninth publication brings new meaning to an old story. What remains visible is delicate poetry: artfully rendered, haunted by its former self, yet completely new." - wave books
But you've got to see it, this does no justice!
One in Ruins, struck notes whose sounds spent a winter here
The number blue encircled herself
autumn had no particular talents but genuius.
He quickly spoke fluently in many languages,
a human humming bird
the island drifted into Dante
the shadows growing longer and more purple
Seven centuries of sobbing
gathered in the twilight
and had their pages wandered, through
the dead.
borrow so little from the past
as if they were alive,
It was my duty to keep the piano filled with roses.
and the little winds blowing
on rainy days,
and art was and would always be
and her hair, well it might grow
white in time
would always come for me
and grow confidential
then curve her shoulders and
say something philosophic.
that evaporated
like the rivers in a Chinese picture
other people read sonnets
but
my cousin Suvia
never cared for blood
and in this as in most things I agreed with her.
I had been sketching
tall pink
heather,
her hat being the only thing moving
I was brought in contact with the phenomenon peculiar to
" A shadow."
Everyone you met was sure, sooner or later, to speak
the
time-
No one at the Villa
made me secretly think of children chasing butterflies.
the flapping white
dresses of the fish
rising sharply against the sky
at last standing breathless before
two donkeys
stopped and spoke with them.
the servant seemed to be a
lady in quaint de Medici costume,
resting on soft red cushions, partially
covered with hands
my ignorance
was a refining influence
the view from the window stopped
and said, " Here I lie day after day and
and the only things I possess
which can travel, can go no farther,
think me lazy
always idle; but my brain
grows weary just thinking how to make
thought,
very simply,
" It's always noon with me.
pale, and deformed but very interesting,
sorrows of
a little Quietist
it was she was not known beyond her own chair
I think what will always linger
longest in our memories of her
we never would any of us miss
suffering
would lay back on her pillows exhausted with the intensity of
hope
a heart a heart when
laden hearts
cause they
showed me a little book
saints
disagreed with her.
artists
and their quarrels
a barbarity worthy of the Goths themselves.
flowers and birds
not able
to say something practical about human companionship
the pen
was going to try and join us there later,
provided the fever did not break out
the last three years had taken no vacation,
and the world
seemed drowsy
on the German piano.
birds were singing
in the language
which some believe he wrote after he drew the portrait of her
in black velvet
the last one
he wrote when quite an old man
Rendered into English
this was something of its meaning:
paper
on
fire
They had been at a loss for a subject at first, but had finally chosen
looking down the road as if waiting for
a new volume of Browning
I could not bear to say good bye. never
seemed to have held anything so hard be-
fore.
went away without word
for fear of breaking
Yet in the hall I turned
Our Lady of shadowy boats
three weeks later
brought us news of
September
married very quietly to
Rome
on her way back to Russia.
the stern sad problems of human
existence.
had its pauses
having once caught
sight of
a letter
God
changed.
the " Little White Shadow"
END
on end
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