tearing your heart

As the future forces one to purge oneself of the past, The past is inevitably torn from one's heart.

As one tears the past from one's hearts with one's own bare hands, one feels it so deeply in one's own heart.

They say the heart base, the heart base. Isn't it obvious where it is? The heart that pains, oh so obvious..

As the future forces the past to be torn from one's heart, the memories are re-lived, the hurt returned. But regardless, all is mercilessly torn out.

The future wishes that one embrace it into one's lives with love. But if one can so mercilessly tear the past away, what makes the future think that it will be received with love and cherished like no other?

How can you still trust this merciless one to love you?

Even the merciless one does not know what he is doing or has done. Who is he really and how could he do this.

In satisfying one's attachment, another is stabbed right through. Through and through.

Letting instincts rule

These days, I have been letting my instincts rule and have been making a few mistakes and created undesirable outcomes. Words like swords shoot out of my mouth, though not in anger, but out of instinct still rather than well thought out processes.
Here are some words:

Instinct rule in daily life,
Mistakes made with unwanted outcomes.
Words like swords shoot out of mouths,
Hands like axes, cut without mercy.

Tell me how to keep my calm,
Tell me how to know my words.
Tell me how to win this war,
Tell me how to cultivate.

A thousand years of training,
War is lost in a moment.
Keep your men tight,
Do not loose them.
Look from above,
Don't be too involved.
It is just a play.
It is but a show.

Why take it so seriously?
Have some humour they say,
make your life fun.
Don't take things so personally.
Except of course, your own personal practice.

All things are of causes and conditions.
Do not act rashly,
Do not act blindly.

Act in measured steps,
Act in wisdom.
Act in clear seeing,
Act in clear looking.

All are but passing illusions,
No use getting so involved,
And pushing these boundaries.
Act with these conditions,
Till opportunities arise.
Then after having tested,
Act with your heart,
Act with your head.
Above all,
Act with all mindfulness.

Do not let up!!

Raining Haze

Haze falls to his face,
Mixing in the rain.
Washing his face in ash,
the protagonist starts his day.

Running into the church,
Ah! God is love!
In this whole wide world,
This is the only truth!

Pure Compassion

Through the great Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche's life, I learnt and see the teaching of Great Compassion. His whole life was just this Great Compassion. Truly a great master, a role model to learn from and follow. To step out of our own small ideas, own small selves, and step right into Great Compassion. To me, that is the teaching of the great Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche. In His Great Compassion, there is nothing outside of it.

With utmost love, respect and metta _(|)_

Giving acupuncture to a dead cow

Today, I really understand what is giving acupucture to a dead cow. I used shock tactics, used the power of motherly love, used persuasion, used love, used words of instigation, nothing worked, the cow is still as dead as ever.

Looks like this cow is really dead.

What surprised me the most is that as a mother, even motherly love is insufficient and unable move one to overcome karma, insufficient to overcome one's self opinion n ego and the dead cow just lives his or her life normally. This is really incredible!! What this world does to you, making you a lifeless soul...dull of mind and dull of faculties that all tactics fail you...

Did I do it wrong? Or is that person's karma too heavy... Hmm lesson to be learnt....

What should I do to treat this dead cow? Is there any life left in this dead cow? If so, what is it and how can it be found?

I am seriously amazed how after such an episode, dead cows just carry on doing what they do.. It is like you whip a horse, and a horse just moves at his normal speed. They don't slow to think over what was said.. It's really wierd but it happens!!

Like clouds in the sky

The morning anew,
The darkness of the night gone.
What seemed like darkness is now only a past memory.
What is a memory?
What is a memory?
As I try to recall, All i can recall is a blurred vision of what seemed to have been real.
Ah! This elusive memory, this elusive past, just like a cloud in the sky.
When you try to grab it, there is nothing you can grab hold on to.
You are just you now here.
Ding dong,
The train has arrived.

All things

All things are in and of themselves all things.