This is a perfect moment.
It's a perfect moment for many reasons, but especially because you and I
are waking up from our sleepwalking, thumb-sucking, dumb-clucking
collusion with the masters of delusion and destruction.
Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, we are waking up.
Their wars and tortures,
their crimes against nature,
extinctions of species
their engineered diseases.
Their spying and lying
in the name of the father,
sterilizing seeds and
trademarking water.
Molestations of God,
celebrations of shame,
mangling our dreams and
defiling our names.
Their ruthless commercials
and blood-sucking hustles,
their endless rehearsals
for the end of the world.
Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, we are waking up.
Their painful blessings are cracking open more and more gashes in the
sour and shrunken mass hallucination that is mistakenly called "reality."
And through the fractures, ripe eternity is flooding in; news of our souls'
true home is pouring in; our allies from the other side of the veil are
swarming in, inspiring us to become smarter and wilder and kinder and
trickier.
We are waking up.
As heaven and earth come together, as the dreamtime and daytime merge,
we register the jolting and exhilarating fact that we are in charge -- you
and I are in charge -- of imagining and discovering and animating a brash
new world. Not in some distant time or faraway place, but right here and
right now.
As we stand on this brink, as we dance on this verge, we cannot let the
ruling fools of the dying world consummate their curses. We've got to rise
up and fight their deranged logic; defy, resist, and prevent their tragic
magic; uncork our sacred rage and supercharge it.
But overthrowing the psychopathic leaders is not enough. Protesting the
well-dressed planet-rapers is not enough. We cannot afford to be
consumed with our anger; cannot be obsessed and possessed by their
danger.
Our mysterious animal bodies crave delight and fertility. Our ancient
imaginations demand ever-fresh tastes of infinity.
In the new culture we are hatching, we need lusty compassion and
euphoric duty, lyrical logic and insurrectionary beauty. In the new
alliance we are mobilizing, we need radical curiosity and reverent
pranks, voracious listening and altruistic banks.
In the new covenant that we are midwifing,
We will ridicule the cult of doom and gloom.
We will embrace the cause of zoom and bloom.
We will outfox the banality of evil and hate;
we will summon the chutzpah to praise and create.
No matter how upside-down it all may appear,
we will have no fear
because we know this big secret:
All of creation is conspiring to shower us with
catalytic blessings. Life is crazily in love with us
--brazenly and innocently in love with us.
Our destinies always bring us exactly what we need
to liberate us from our suffering.
The winds and the tides are on our side, forever and ever, amen. The birds
and snakes are scheming to make us their sacred soul mates.
The sun and the moon and the stars remember our real names, and our
ancestors pray for us while we're dreaming.
We have guardian angels and thousands of teachers
provocateurs with designs to unleash us
helpers and saviors we can't even imagine
brothers and sisters who want us to blossom
Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow, we are waking up.
The roads they pave us
the places they save us
the tomatoes they grow us
the rivers they flow us
Their mysterious stories
and morning glories
Their loaves and fishes
granting our wishes
The songs they sing us
The gifts they bring us
the secrets they show us
above and below us
Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow, we are waking up.-Rob Bresky
Homage to the sole protector,
Wish-fulfilling vase of goodness.
Reliable Guide who knows
Dazzling King of utter beauty
Ferocious Destroyer of all hesitation
Hear our longing cries for help.
Precious, supreme bhikkhu
Of soft words and gentle gestures
Careful steps and immediate attention
Your hands reach out for us
Every time we trip up and begin to fall again.
Without pushing or pulling
You simply provide and wait
Patiently offering clear pathways and solid ground
Through the perilous muddy swamps of suffering
That promise safety and security, but never come through.
Your kind reply to every inquiry
Sees the entire path
While sweetly encouraging the very next step.
You nourish us completely
To stand up and go forth.
“You are my teacher,” we finally realize.
“You are my student,” you graciously accept.
And so begins the epic journey
Of uncoiling these knots
That I proudly wrapped myself.
Your soothing scent of perfect conduct
Makes everything seem possible
Brings the teachings alive
Clarifies their essential meaning
And refreshes each step with obvious certainty.
The boundless breadth of Buddha’s all-seeing eyes
Must look to you with deep, wide smiles and praise.
Noble son of the victorious ones
Your awareness radiates throughout the universe
Calling to us from the other shore.And yet I pause and refuse to move
From fear or conviction,
Doubt or distraction.
My powerful, clearly-confused bubbling ego waste
Has overtaken me.
And then in one fail swoop—so matter-of-factly
You enliven everything with ecstasy.
No one can take their eyes away.
The sheer brilliance of your majesty is unparalleled.
We’re all hopelessly transfixed by your noble celebrity.
The complex vacuum of my tense grasping
Relaxes with an effortless, casual gesture.
The resounding power of your lotus turning mudra
Instantly blossoms the baby seed of my heart.
Yes! Of course! Everything you said is true!
A smile spreads across your face and the entire globe
Laughing loudly without a second thought
The cosmos sparkling into full swing
Crackling electric through the room.
Everything bursts with fresh wonder.—Pema Dragpa #dakiniprayer #dakinigoddessofmarrakech #dakini
It's a perfect moment for many reasons, but especially because you and I
are waking up from our sleepwalking, thumb-sucking, dumb-clucking
collusion with the masters of delusion and destruction.
Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, we are waking up.
Their wars and tortures,
their crimes against nature,
extinctions of species
their engineered diseases.
Their spying and lying
in the name of the father,
sterilizing seeds and
trademarking water.
Molestations of God,
celebrations of shame,
mangling our dreams and
defiling our names.
Their ruthless commercials
and blood-sucking hustles,
their endless rehearsals
for the end of the world.
Thanks to them, from whom the painful blessings flow, we are waking up.
Their painful blessings are cracking open more and more gashes in the
sour and shrunken mass hallucination that is mistakenly called "reality."
And through the fractures, ripe eternity is flooding in; news of our souls'
true home is pouring in; our allies from the other side of the veil are
swarming in, inspiring us to become smarter and wilder and kinder and
trickier.
We are waking up.
As heaven and earth come together, as the dreamtime and daytime merge,
we register the jolting and exhilarating fact that we are in charge -- you
and I are in charge -- of imagining and discovering and animating a brash
new world. Not in some distant time or faraway place, but right here and
right now.
As we stand on this brink, as we dance on this verge, we cannot let the
ruling fools of the dying world consummate their curses. We've got to rise
up and fight their deranged logic; defy, resist, and prevent their tragic
magic; uncork our sacred rage and supercharge it.
But overthrowing the psychopathic leaders is not enough. Protesting the
well-dressed planet-rapers is not enough. We cannot afford to be
consumed with our anger; cannot be obsessed and possessed by their
danger.
Our mysterious animal bodies crave delight and fertility. Our ancient
imaginations demand ever-fresh tastes of infinity.
In the new culture we are hatching, we need lusty compassion and
euphoric duty, lyrical logic and insurrectionary beauty. In the new
alliance we are mobilizing, we need radical curiosity and reverent
pranks, voracious listening and altruistic banks.
In the new covenant that we are midwifing,
We will ridicule the cult of doom and gloom.
We will embrace the cause of zoom and bloom.
We will outfox the banality of evil and hate;
we will summon the chutzpah to praise and create.
No matter how upside-down it all may appear,
we will have no fear
because we know this big secret:
All of creation is conspiring to shower us with
catalytic blessings. Life is crazily in love with us
--brazenly and innocently in love with us.
Our destinies always bring us exactly what we need
to liberate us from our suffering.
The winds and the tides are on our side, forever and ever, amen. The birds
and snakes are scheming to make us their sacred soul mates.
The sun and the moon and the stars remember our real names, and our
ancestors pray for us while we're dreaming.
We have guardian angels and thousands of teachers
provocateurs with designs to unleash us
helpers and saviors we can't even imagine
brothers and sisters who want us to blossom
Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow, we are waking up.
The roads they pave us
the places they save us
the tomatoes they grow us
the rivers they flow us
Their mysterious stories
and morning glories
Their loaves and fishes
granting our wishes
The songs they sing us
The gifts they bring us
the secrets they show us
above and below us
Thanks to them, from whom the blissful blessings flow, we are waking up.-Rob Bresky
Homage to the sole protector,
Wish-fulfilling vase of goodness.
Reliable Guide who knows
Dazzling King of utter beauty
Ferocious Destroyer of all hesitation
Hear our longing cries for help.
Precious, supreme bhikkhu
Of soft words and gentle gestures
Careful steps and immediate attention
Your hands reach out for us
Every time we trip up and begin to fall again.
Without pushing or pulling
You simply provide and wait
Patiently offering clear pathways and solid ground
Through the perilous muddy swamps of suffering
That promise safety and security, but never come through.
Your kind reply to every inquiry
Sees the entire path
While sweetly encouraging the very next step.
You nourish us completely
To stand up and go forth.
“You are my teacher,” we finally realize.
“You are my student,” you graciously accept.
And so begins the epic journey
Of uncoiling these knots
That I proudly wrapped myself.
Your soothing scent of perfect conduct
Makes everything seem possible
Brings the teachings alive
Clarifies their essential meaning
And refreshes each step with obvious certainty.
The boundless breadth of Buddha’s all-seeing eyes
Must look to you with deep, wide smiles and praise.
Noble son of the victorious ones
Your awareness radiates throughout the universe
Calling to us from the other shore.And yet I pause and refuse to move
From fear or conviction,
Doubt or distraction.
My powerful, clearly-confused bubbling ego waste
Has overtaken me.
And then in one fail swoop—so matter-of-factly
You enliven everything with ecstasy.
No one can take their eyes away.
The sheer brilliance of your majesty is unparalleled.
We’re all hopelessly transfixed by your noble celebrity.
The complex vacuum of my tense grasping
Relaxes with an effortless, casual gesture.
The resounding power of your lotus turning mudra
Instantly blossoms the baby seed of my heart.
Yes! Of course! Everything you said is true!
A smile spreads across your face and the entire globe
Laughing loudly without a second thought
The cosmos sparkling into full swing
Crackling electric through the room.
Everything bursts with fresh wonder.—Pema Dragpa #dakiniprayer #dakinigoddessofmarrakech #dakini
