old age, weather, time, manias, heavy glass inkwells, railroad spikes, distant sounds of freeway drift, crackling AI brains, flowering tops, pinwheel paragraphs, fat red pencils, yards full of dead machines, days lined in golden foil, nights in the ruined bed of the loveless
poems that wail like saxophones of broken neon
in a caterwauling rain
poems that flash like beacons from another
world
poems that glow with the names of streets, books,
movies, lost loves
poems that begin in suicide and end in watermelon
sugar
In the spacious sky in which the reification of objects and mind is cleared away, awareness, free of the turmoil of thought, is embraced within the scope of naturally unsullied openness: the "vajra dance" is the unrestricted and uninterrupted nature of phenomena.
~ Longchenpa
When thoughts and recollections arise, keep the presence of your own true nature – do not create any difference between the water and the wave!
~ Saraha
Resting imperturbably like a mountain is the secret view itself.
There is no doubt, and mental stirring is automatically absent.
~ Tantra Without Letters
the green glades chimed
the flowers sang
the pixies danced in glee
a golden butterfly came to drink
in the hollows there was
the sound of dragons
rejoicing in the dew
and all my poems began
when I walked with my mother
First, space, which has been an open dimension since the beginningless beginning, and pristine awareness, are indivisible. Pristine awareness denotes that aspect within the discerning capacity of the mind that has been there since the very beginning.
~ Guru Padmasambhava
Freely resting in the view like a mountain, and thereby introduced to temporal experience free of mental interference, we know the magnificent natural radiance of pure presence.
~ Jigme Lingpa