Though other faults are as small as a sesame seed, I proclaim them far and wide.
Though I have the least of qualities, , I boast how great I am.
I call my self a Dharma practioner, but behave to the contrary.

Guru. Think of me. Regard me with compassion…
Bless me to pacify my selfish pride.
Within, I conceal my nemesis_the demon of ego clinging……….
..
From Calling Your Gurus From Afar.
A Supplication To Pierce Your Heart With Devotion.
By Jamgon Kongtrul Lodro Thaye
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Those Kaygu teachers sure can be humble

Come with me to my jurisdiction
Flying through space
With bird-play at his command
I backed off from it
Politeness and double politeness
Leave us alone to whirl my witch
2,500 damsels
There is nothing on my pages
There will be more
There will be bite
Dominicus darling
I held you as I led you
He was a nice boy
Caught between two pincers
This isn’t Sherman Oaks
This isn’t catty-corner
Let me kiss you

Madness and secret service
Trying to find secrets
What you see is what you get
Falling inward
I actually had to stop doing that for a living
Theatre tickets canceled
Fish eyes
What can be hanged in earnest
Kick it aside
Leave the van intact
Dreams are the potential
I’ve always been a back to the front kind of guy

Are you going to listen, dear flesh and blood?
So let me look at my compassionate and skillful remedy
We would even try to kill an illusion
Just like I said
And if you divide to accept this offer I’ve made you
Key positions of power
It’s been a long long healing
You in the grey house
I seem to dress out of vanity
It’s broken; it’s a scandal
The demon woman’s red
Do you have to kill the middle?
Yes, I have to kill the middle.
Who do you look for, darkest Andrew?
What do you mean?
I just have to ask you,
Is there any benefit from this whole fucking arriette?
Man, you’re not a fucking physicist!
Will you leave your doctor at home?
I could give dirt on everyone I see
Did you hear of the medicine girl?
If what you have is more like a war mag
Than what you have in private
His Majesty’s sleeve.

The special advancement seekers
It’s a matter of icy let-go
A babe of an effigy
Do I keep screwing around with crude puissant corn?
No one can get between a 25 billion dollar fake
With the stars light at night
Peace rain
We were very very sure of ourselves
Even without some convenient movie heads

He has the courage to see us
Reptilian beasting a schneeze
Frogpop
The language that runs undercover
Within the lungs
The battle of wills
Evo-man
Color joy
Color of dreams
Emphasize it
Advertise it
Friggery mason
Did they read about you, Tibetan sovereign
In front of the hot, bright sun?
I believe that the prophet stays at home

Speaking of Chinese creatures
In the grand tradition
Out of this franchise Switzerland
Think with the birds of paradise
You’re always an outsider
Learn with irritated breath
Separation across the land
You have the right to be screaming
It looks like a lady’s heart
Caress my sides buster burger
I tell you what
I have to go.

I think bitching about sangha is usually just an excuse to not deal with your shit. I know when I get angry or embarassed or nervous about being with my community, it’s usually not that someone is being SO awful to me, it’s that they pushed my buttons. Sangha can, I’m sure, have big problems, abuse, fraud, herd mentality, but I’ve been lucky to be able to avoid this, and benefit from the container, the gentle pressure cooker. I highly recommend it.

This house has been
Where happiness resides
Where happiness lies
Where happiness hides
A window sill in an urban flat
The habitat of an orderly yogini

The silk road of the daily sun
Crossing walls the colour of sand
Shadow plays and varieties of lights
Rainbows through prisms on sunny days
Sunlight on shiny scraps of street ore
For one brief moment they catch the glint
And seem to hold the glamour
Then twilight brings its own romance
Dark matter moves at night

Hundred year old weathered wood
A ledge, a stopping place in space
Where starlings come for tasty treats
Up the side of this mountain of life
Solid enough to support a vision
Empty enough set me free

Friendly security made a warm place
But I must tell myself, Yogini!
Don’t forget they fade, they must
They have to go to space

Once I sat outside a cave
On a ledge awash in twilight
A ledge to sit and lean on a rock
A micro bardo for this life

Our beloved sage once said
Let this world be your cave
So let this window sill be my ledge
Where once an outrageous garuda landed
And never flew away

Sad is good our old sage said
Bye Bye CH, our affair must end
I can’t express how much I’ll miss you
But the love will never die

July 2009
Coburg House
Madeline
Halifax

Poem reminds me of another profound teaching of Patrul Rinpoche:

. As Patrul Rinpoche said in Words of my Perfect teacher, if you put 3 people together, there will be trouble and discordance. How much more is this so with 3000? So why are people surprised that there is an expression of discordance? Everything is impermanent , you cant put a lid on the energetic expression of the phenomenal world. Faux harmony never works.

.”Even if explanation is given, others misinterpret and will not accept it as truth.
Even if intention is beneficial candid and from the heart, they keep their misconceptions
Behold this age when crooked minded people see honest ones as crooked
The rope of hope and expectation must be cut, since it cannot benefit anyone.

The Victorious One said: “All phenomena are like magic
But what greater magic is there than the present age?
Enticing magicians are performing.
fear the beguiling, hypnotising phantoms of the Kali Yuga.

The Victorious One said: ” All speech is like an echo:,
But now a much greater echo
is hypocritical speech.
Shun these luring words.

Whoever is seen are not human beings, they are deceivers,
Whoever speaks, this is not speech, it is just luring words,
Now there is no longer anyone to trust,
So remain content alone.

If bodily action is in accordance with Dharma, then most people object.
If speech is honest, then most people get angry.
If pure from the heart, then most people consider it a fault. Now it is time to hide the self-nature.

Hide body and stay in a solitary place.
Hide speech and disengage from conversation.
Hide mind and only watch your own faults.
Therefore be called a hidden yogi.

No one can be trusted, so have aversion.
Nothing has essence so be sorrowful.
Whatever is wished for, there isn’t time to accomplish, so stop wishing.
To be a companion of these three is most beneficial.

Now happiness is exhausted, there is no time for happiness.
Not desiring sorrow, end the age of sorrow by practicing Dharma.
Whether happy or unhappy, know that it comes from karmic force.
Now, have no doubt or expectation in anyone.

Hoping in others with false smiles,
the self pretends with expectation,
doing this and that with hopes and doubts,
Now , when this occurs, do nothing”.

from Patrul Rinpoche’s: The Practic of the Essence of the Sublime Heart Jewel, View Mediation and Acti