Dharmasattva

What if we are bodhisattvas?
Now can I be still,
Stay quiet and smile?
Why dharma,
When duty is binding?
What if we are made of gold?

Gyalpo Pehar

Its as real as you want it to be
Its on fire
Its this essence of reality
Avowal of protection
Its real.

Jowoje

Atisha said
Just be kind
Everything is calmer now
Silent and kind.

The violence of life

Fires burn inside us
Screams and shouts and upset minds
Fiercest eyes
Your flickering hearts
This family you create
Don’t shatter that splintered door
She spits and scars
He frightens our careful hearts
Co-inhabit these inhibitions
She prohibits
He lifts the ban
Upstairs I am silent
And wonder how lucky we are
Soft hushed voices now
Doused and drawn down
Spells we formulate
Spires we aspirate
Just love left
All held close
No one will die just quite yet.

Some dance in the mist.

Ghostly world
I am Preta losing focus
I am gone far
What do we do?
We search for treasures unknown
Heaving sands apart
Here is terma uncovered
I am Preta
Far gone
A whisper
Never found
I am less mist
A reminder in dim light
Our loved ones
Will become Tertons.