SUPPLICATION BEYOND TIME

When we were insane beasts blinded by our own obsessions,

You became the Wild Yogi who paralyzed us in mid air.

When we were the horde, ravishing a corrupt heritage,

You became the youthful prince encompassing our innocence.

When we set out to conquer the meager territory of self clemency,

You became a Warrior to pierce the shadows of hope and fear.

When we were panicked, obsessed by our longevity,

You became the monarch above limitless realms.

When we cried for surfeit, a minimum of satisfaction,

You became the ultimate siddha: the dharmata beyond time.

O'guru, no one has come before you and no one after.

You have existed before the depths of our minds.

The source of your vision stands open before us. 

You were not born, you did not die.

Your only manifestation is pure compassion, limitless blessing.

This is your nature, your life, the greatest gift.

Remember that which is beyond recollection.

Perceive that which is already known.

Return, though there is no where to come back to.

Chogyi Gyatso, what is your name?

This suplication was read to the Sakyong and Sakyong Wangmo at the Parinirvana gathering in NYC April 4, 2009.

-Philip Richman- This was composed Thamcho Sero (Golden Light of Dharma), October 31, 1987, on the feast day of the Glorious Heruka Chakrasamvara.

I think of the guru

I think of the guru
I remember Trungpa Rinpoche.
I remember the wide smile and Cheshire teeth,
the cowboy shirt with suspenders,
and sometimes a cowboy hat.
I think of the crazy wisdom guru and remember velvet eyes looking over glass rims.
I think of the guru.
I remember Chogyam's chubby hands gracefully playing with a vajra,
skillfully playing with a damaru,
or holding a glass to his lips,
sipping and setting the glass soundlessly down while teaching dharma.
Distracted, I'd watch and forget to listen.
But his movements were dharma too.
I remember the guru,
walking like mahakala, holding a kasung's hand.
I remember the guru,
I remember his giggling while dribbling rice on my head or ticleling me on the sofa.
I remember the guru,
his pride in his wife and sons.
I think of the guru--
his face sweating before the Karmapa's first visit.
I think of the guru,
his tears of joy greeting and parting from His Holiness Khyentse Rinpoche.
I remember Trungpa Rinpoche
and the various experiential ways he pointed out the true nature of mind.
I remember the Druk Sakyong, suddenly self-arisen monarch in yellow robes,
proclaiming the Great Eastern Sun
not exactly to be confused with the dawn of Vajrasattva.
I remember the guru
screeching the Shambhala Anthem.

Decades have passed and new old photos appear,
but better than remembering,
the first signs of his Kingdom can be seen
And I feel the guru smiling as he moves from Dewachen to
Glorious Copper Colored Mountain to
Akanishta to Shambhala--
enjoying the realms spiritual and temporal.
And I feel the guru living in my heart.

April 15, 2009
Linda V. Lewis

above stars

Alone beneath these stars

I sometimes wonder how far

And how I long to be alone

 To wish away desires

Like a tossed skipping stone

 

Moving towards right mindfulness

 A broken past surely won’t be missed

And with each patient moment

A little more revealed

To tickle new insights

Moving me to heal

 

Calmly and passively proud

This breathing begins to slow

As the depth of the night sky descends

Relieves me

To swallow me whole

 

For once was a fettered soul

For a jewel on a path shown

With witness and awareness dancing afar

What a journeys end becomes

Leaves me resting with these stars

 

By Raymon Palermo

(no subject)

So ... you have brought me here
To the land of the Red Moon
Ruled by the dark Dao Shonu
Nevertheless I shall prostrate to Vajradhara
From Sun up to Sun down
Occassionally watching the rats eat the apples
Whilst I drink my tea and stroke Lama Red
Or hear the people laugh as the sun is caught in the mound
& the double rainbow appears
Sometimes I shall sleep dreaming of the elephant running through the burning land
But then again how do you get the cow off the land when mad farmer comes calling?!
Moonlight Young Prince
I could eat you even swallow the red Irish brick
& descend into the dark, dark ground
Heres to Dao Shonu!
Heres to Choggie!
Slianthe to you all!

(Dao Shonu -- Moonlight Young Prince was formerly one of CTR's centres in Eire)

3D Stupa in Google Earth

On this 22 anniversary of the parinirvana of the Vidyadhara Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche I would like to make the small offering of a virtual stupa (which is not entirely finished) that can be seen at the virtual SMC in Google Earth. First get the Google Earth program FREE at http://earth.google.com/download-earth.html

Then get the 3D stupa file.The file is about 2 mb, and can be downloaded by clicking here.

There is also a version at the Google 3D warehouse but for some reason it appears as grey and not white, and without full color gate details. This one should appear as I intended. Now open Google Earth and make sure you have the view "3D buildings" and "terrain" option turned on in the layers menu (bottom left) and then double click the 3D stupa file you downloaded. Google earth should take you directly to SMC but sometimes not, so you can type it in to the search window if necessary (though people have located this place as far away as boulder). Take the time to navigate with the controls (to the upper right) around the stupa. Virtual circumambulation while not equal to the real thing must be somewhat beneficial!?

If you don't want to go through all that you can see some 2D pictures of the 3D stupa at http://www.4shared.com/dir/13591655/91c5e24d/sharing.html

Just click on the folder named pictures of 3D great stupa.All the best,Greg Smith

Poem for Chogyam Trungpa Tribute Page

For the Eyes of the Solitary Warrior Only

The War was Never Begun.
The Battle Never Ends.
Winning and Losing are Costly Illusions.

The Solitary Warrior Knows when to Engage.
Make a Good Dinner; Be Sure and Place Flowers.

by Philip A. Bralich, Ph.D. from c1990 Vajrayogini Fire Puja.

Allies

Underneath
There is always a tender heart

A promise to fulfill
A sunrise for the faithful
A whisper for the waiting

Chaos for the insightful
Dissapointment for the clever
Wonder for the fearless
and soft-hearted

Protectors await
to melt arrogance and self-righteousness

How can we draw lines
When our allies are so close?

Dudley Jackson
Columbia, SC
April 4th 2009

Chogyam Trungpa

By Lee Weingrad
(To the tune of "Joe Hill")

I dreamed I saw the Vidyadhara
alive as you and me.
Says I "But Boss, you're twenty years dead"
"I never died" said he,
"I never died" said he.

"The 3 Lords killed you Sir,
they shot you Boss" says I.
"Takes more than maras to kill a man"
Says the Boss "I didn't die"
Says Boss "I didn't die"

And standing there as big as life
and smiling with his eyes.
Said Boss "What wasn't born can never die
went on to organize,
went on to organize"