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« Reply #30 on: October 29, 2010, 10:01:52 am »
Om Mani Padme Hom

Sorry, it should have read 'Nirmana Buddha Amitabha' instead of ;Nirmana Amitabha Buddha'

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« Reply #31 on: October 29, 2010, 10:37:49 am »
Om Mani Padme Hom

The Buddhist Flower


I'm a flower

Yellow and gay

Just bloomed today

Proudly I stand

In a style so grand

Waiting for a hand

With no fear to be picked

For I know

Tomorrow I'll fade


Om Mani Padme Hom

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« Reply #32 on: October 31, 2010, 07:44:37 am »
Om Mani Padme Hom


Oh mother dear

I'm always here

What drags me here

Isn't the Anchor Beer.


Cheers! (holy water)

Om Mani Padme Hom

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« Reply #33 on: November 02, 2010, 09:44:55 am »
Om Mani Padme Hom

Dear Mind of Mine


Mind oh mind

Dear mind of mine

When you're disturbed

You MUST go somewhere

Think of something

Not stopping to rest

Just dragging me along

Keep me running

Busybody pocket no money

You mother of mine

Though not from my parents

You keep motherizing me

Though being like my reflexion

In my mirror

But why do you leave

Even before I do

Before I'm done

I'm out of gas

Chasing you around

Where do you start from?

Why don't you end?

Give me your address

I want to hunt you down

To tie you up

Then tie you down

To give you a piece of my mind

Then collect the debt

For never ever giving me

The peace of your mind


Om Mani Padme Hom






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« Reply #34 on: November 08, 2010, 12:47:56 am »
Om Mani Padme Hom

What is mine?


My path of devotion

Was chosen for me

Not by me

Your path of devotion

Is yours to be


Walking on different paths

We don't wave to each other

What colour won the cloth

We'll finally meet one another


Much sooner much later

How much does it matter

As Buddha's holy pilgrims

We keep clinging to our own teams


For no path really suits

A silly confused mind

Like a tree without roots

Nirvana we'll never find


Let's just not see

Just what we want to see

That'll prevent learning

Even block up our hearing


The boundaries we create

Close the door of knowledge

Love blooms into hate

We lose another page


My teacher's one is bigger

Your teacher's one is smaller

My teacher's one is longer

Your teacher's one is shorter
(talking about the path)
Such talk is no talk

Let's do the Dharma walk

Or dance to the Dharma Rock


Every Dharma is our teacher

Every Dharma our Sunyata

In limited time, why bleak the future

This awareness, the bright Tathata


I've been drowned

So many a times

What is your school

What is your line


How could I have a school

How could I have a line

When even this poor self

Is not mine



I think I'm a nut
Lots of love
nirmal

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« Reply #35 on: November 10, 2010, 09:13:02 am »
Om Mani Padme Hom


Hopeless Without Attachments


My peaceful inner world

I created with attachments

Attachments in a multiple fold

Not going against Your government


If I practiced non-attachment

Dear Lord could I progress

I'm attached to gaining Enlightenment

This attachment I wouldn't undress


My meditation I do not miss

To it I'm really attached

On my seat I sit in bliss

This attachment will stay patched


I'm attached to your mantra

Concentrating on my breath

I'm attached to my altar

To enrich me before my death


Let go of all attachments

This song I hear daily

Dear Lord send down your regiment

To protect my attachments dearly


Om Mani Padme Hom

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« Reply #36 on: November 17, 2010, 09:23:32 am »


JUST ONCE (Sirf Ek Baar)


How could I ever learn

I don't remember my past

Not even my mistakes

How could I improve

Rebirth has cut the path

Erased all memories

I'll never change

Without my centuries of history

What good is rebirth

It gives me a blank start

Fresh and new

Over and over again

With nothing to lean on

Just getting a little awareness

At old age

A tired old man

Sitting on a mountain of mistakes

Since childhood

All count lost in time

I wish to rerun this life

Become a child without rebirth

Remembering everything,every mistake

And where I went wrong

Just once

Sirf ek baar

Lord,sirf ek baar please.

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« Reply #37 on: November 23, 2010, 10:38:58 am »

THE TWO ALTARS


What hath thou done

Thy Buddha framed

A well kept decoration

A showpiece for guests

No holy light radiates

Glorifying Buddhism to nothingness

Speaks so tender a voice

This my alter is


Yet another altar

Lost in time

Dust clothes Thee

Not a single space to spare

Thy cups dry

Dry brown flowers

Hanging down their heads

Of death by thirst

No one sits before

The burnt out incense sticks

Of Thou they speak

Devotion on their minds

False nature of black minds

Showmen of busy times

Swaying with no thoughts

Their time they think

Will never come.



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« Reply #38 on: December 29, 2010, 07:32:18 am »
Birth Will Come

Awakening
Fully completely
Transform your personality will
Erasing your filthy past
The bad sage Saul
Birthed into St. Paul
Don't condemn yourself
How low
Small
How bad you've been
The chance to transform
Awaits any true seeker
Freedom to attain
Bondage and miseries ooze
In that precious second
You enlighten yourself

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« Reply #39 on: January 04, 2011, 09:04:09 am »
The blows and kicks of life

Relay a message

No matter where they're from

They're blessings in disguise

If we but learn a lesson


For the wise

Nothing is to be called bad

Any adversity of life

Is a step in his growth

If he knows to utilize

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« Reply #40 on: January 05, 2011, 10:13:25 am »
EGO

Ego,
The invisible veil
Uproots the aspirant
Darkening his learning process
Isolates him
Dis-communicates him
From his conscience,his Guru,
And without austerities
Without modifications
Knowledge flows down the drain

Ego
The great barrier
Sinks the faculty of discrimination
If left unsharpened
Reasoning malfunctions
Leaving no clarity of mind
A clouded mind
Bad for the path to Enlightenment




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« Reply #41 on: January 05, 2011, 10:36:12 am »
THE KING OF ALL MUSIC

Of the many many fine arts

The finest is music

Not comprised of songs

Not melodies of words only

But of the most subtle sounds

The nada, the great vibrations

That spontaneously inspire all cells

Making them dance

The stream of life sings

To a particular rhythm

Flowing through the corners of life

Giving a new experience

Each and every time

In one direction it's music

In the other it's dance

Then paintings, then poetry

But the king of all forms

The soundless music

The music for insiders

When the veil of ignorance is lifted

Hear the finest music

Far beyond

This sound of silence

This voice of silence

The perennial music

The height of spiritual estacy

The highest state of joy

For self realization

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« Reply #42 on: February 21, 2011, 01:14:23 pm »
No Bloom

Religions build societies

The spiritual leaders

Authorities with power

Are just channels of ancient sages

Cast aside the spiritual leaders

The authorities

The dogma and the cult

Without any solid philosophy behind

The path of the sages

Remains without hero worship

Yet universal for all times

Half baked religious teachers

Corrupt religions, exploit

Creating the corrupt doctrine of faith

East to West

Confusing man, creating conflicts

What is worth of religion?

Laying bondage

Fruiting misery

Making man a slave

Terrified and possessed

More concerned about sin

The flower of true religion

Cannot bloom

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« Reply #43 on: February 21, 2011, 04:59:54 pm »
A buffalo being tied to a pole
Poor buffalo cannot recognize it's being tied
How can it set itself free from the rope of attachment
Beware of philosophies for the sake of knowledge without actual practice for these philosophies only increase the attachment of 'I.'-Te Cong

What is the definition/essence of meditation of all forms?-Te Cong

Thien la gi? Thien la roi phan biet chap truoc.- Lao Phap Su

You have the recipe. Now make the cake instead of thinking about cake.- La Tao Viec

Thuong Tru Tang Nhu Lai= Knowing the presence of Buddha.

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« Reply #44 on: October 22, 2011, 07:06:25 am »
I'm Glad My Parents Died



I'm happy that my parents died

They bloated me with such great pride

Mind essence, how do I write?

No fearing,no craving ,nothing to hide

Freedom from them should be the guide

With the joy of their death I never cried

I'm not in sorrow

Nor will I be tomorrow

Nothing is the matter

As life without them would be better

Their death is not at all a bother

Now wisdom and merit can join together

My path will be without any flutter

As Anger was my father

Attachment my mother.
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