Drops To Share
Posted 24 August 2008 - 11:11 PM
Some musical "drops"... I hope you like them. The main theme here is "relax"
"The Return of Per Ulv"
Best regards, K
Posted 30 August 2008 - 10:36 PM
Hey, Beautiful Queen of the Sky,
if I look at you long enough,
will you burn away my jeaoulsy, anger, pride?!
If just slightly I could sink in your embrace for a while
would be ready to make any vow.
but not lie
that too will fly
Then new born child.
if it helps.
Though change will not
of closing eyes.
Cry cry ...
But you choose:
of your I's.
So, go on.
I stand in shame
In front of You,
There's no more words to this.
My poem ends just here.
My Lama does all for me to be free
but Demon don't want me to see
when taking such views literally.
My Lama is most precious for me
but I don't know how to that be...
With luggage too heavy
stopped on the Path frequently.
My Lama is here now!
and may always He be!
Oh, please, friends, Treat
Our Precious Jewell also for me,
so shall one day
be in front of Him also that way - in purity -
to finally hear
wherever may suffering be.
Posted 11 November 2008 - 05:22 PM
part 5: http://www.youtube.c...feature=related
Posted 29 December 2008 - 07:58 PM
There is this man, ancient and silent,
whose just one thought creates the whole universe
from his inner richness.
No book, no song can express this thought,
it is so powerful only to become the whole universe.
This thought is silent.His face is old.
It's not a joke but makes you smile to know,
that we are just a sleeping reminder of his gifts.
From the depths of inner richness of the creator,
our being awekens from a dream-to live in this world.
Posted 03 January 2009 - 04:04 PM
Beaten helpless by karma and neurotic thoughts
Like the relentless fury of the pounding waves
In the infinite ocean of samsara.
Rest in natural great peace.
Nyoshul Khen Rinpoche
Posted 09 March 2009 - 08:25 PM
I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
and the nursling of the Sky;
I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
I change but I cannot die.
For after the rain when with never a stain
The pavilion of Heaven is bare,
and the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams
Build up the blue dome of air,
I silently laugh at my own cenopath,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.
Posted 05 April 2009 - 07:57 PM
So fire from the sword
can change their way..
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