Monday, June 20, 2022



Every moment, like a figure drawn in water, disappears as it appears

(Dzogchen saying)


Sunday, June 19, 2022

Machig Labdron "The Mother of Chod"

 


Carl Jung wrote, "One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious." 

That sentiment is embodied in the Tibetan Buddhist practice called Chod, which amounts to "Face your demons, and cut through your reaction to them." Machig Labdron was an 11th-century yogini who systematized the practice. 

Hold Your Own


Kate Tempest is the bomb. The atomic bomb. She blows me away. 

There are Tantric Buddhist Chod elements to this poem, such as her encouragement to not resist the demons that we feel.  

Smells like New Age


Today I read a flyer for a workshop on sacred sexuality that made this claim:

"We can create an Infinite Orgasm whenever we choose---literally, not metaphorically---and actually resonate at the frequency of cell division."
When words flee the boundaries of meaning, they no longer queeko bar ne cha-cha-cha.

Saturday, June 18, 2022

"The Tao is not human-hearted." Lao Tzu


 Photo of a nearly microscopic tardigrade (AKA water bear or moss piglet).

"Not human-hearted" means you can't shrink the Tao to your own limited view. 

Gautama was a Buddha, not a Buddhist.


 

Lyrics in search of a melody


FIRST VERSE
I was naked, I was helpless
As a newborn in Kentucky
I’m still naked, I’m still helpless
This disguise just makes me lucky
We act like we know something
But be honest, how much? How deep?
We act like we own something.
But what can we really keep?
REFRAIN
Not everything’s here to please us.
There’s enough to make you cry.
Even if you believe in Jesus
Gotta ask yourself, “Who am I?”
SECOND VERSE
Lotta lies to uncover
“You oughta do it our way”
One after the other
Found out, it’s all hearsay
My old heart sees clearly
Exactly what it’s made for
The view has cost me dearly
Ain’t no thing unpaid for
REFRAIN
Not everything’s rhyme and reason
There are birds that cannot fly
The faithful call it treason
But go ask yourself, “Who am I?”