Sunday, November 18, 2018

Silly Boring Poem @boringcompany, @elonmusk

Let's go live in a tunnel
Maybe we'll have lots of funnel
Perhaps it'll suck, I dunno
But more fun than owning a Hummel

We'll use all the loose dirt for bricks
And other assorted  P.R. tricks
Bake 'em with charcoal briquettes
And take vitamin A against rickets

From downtown to airport in minutes
We'll share pics with friends using Pin-its
Stream news from 1010 Win-WINS
And listen to Mozart on spinets

We'll live in a tunnel cheaply
And damn it who cares if it's creepy
We'll barbecue for the masses weekly
Fill the tube up with smoke like a teepee

We'll follow SpaceX on Twitter
Buy Tesla stock with the jitters
Rue all the short-selling quitters
Smoke weed and drink bourbon with bitters

We'll hang with Elon a mile under
Beat time to the boring thunder
Store our troglodyte plunder
And live till we die at a hundred.

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Death of Yoga

The death of yoga
Is cessation of concepts
So leave me the eff alone
While I navigate this pit beneath
The castles of nouveau richesse
Built of hope and fear, late and soon,
Storehouses for dull awareness that
There is no yoga in yogaville
No sages or ignorami
Only we, a single eye
Glancing sidelong and sardonic
Grafted to a pyramid's tip
Alloy wheels and bucket seats
Jutting below our pelvis
We recite a poet's homily
About duty, kin and justified murder
When god shows his blue face
Of pantheistic Superdeath
Heel scratching ear quizzically
Let's talk union and multiplicity
Progressivism and final concerns,
Plumb the depths of gourmet humble pie,
Stare antinomies back in the corner,
And rue the good demise
Of stiff upper lip and rectitudes.
We wind down slowly,
Splayed on cold sticky mats
And serve the old reaper
His due.

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Proprietary Lock-in

Shangrila Buddhism has proprietary lock-in
Back issues of the Sun
Back flatus of corporate gas
Covering their asses
With rose water, Armani
And Remy-Martin,
They sit on zafus breathing and bleeding
Thinking "Me too!" or,
"I bitch, therefore I am."
Would somebody please go slice that good ham
Basted with sugar and spice,
And try to look nice while the aeon is nigh,
Backpedalled to Niagara,
The honeymoon's over
No more rolling in dough
Or purple fields of clover
No more love thy neighbor's thigh
Nor hate the sin but not the sinner
Dour views wear thin apparel
The emperor's new clothes are criticized
By the free press and feminized
Lord Shakyamuni's gone and bought a condo
The vihara's been subdivided
Monastic dogs are now admitted
Vinaya doggy-style is all the rage
Trust friends with funds have all become
Acharyas with a bottom line
Of filigree-gold homespun.
The story here is told
Of endless freedom in the fold
To remind meter maids counting merit
To check their panties for cooties and abide
The rules which prohibit the keeping of ferrets
Inside Dharmadhatu's vast marble halls.
So now, misty-eyed, we turn back the cataract
And bless the peacemakers on the great falls.

Friday, November 9, 2018

Homage to the Dog-kini

༈    །ཕྱག་འཚལ་ལྷན་སྐྱེས་ཁྱི་མོ་མཁའ་འགྲོ་མ།    །བརྗིད་གཟུགས་གསེར་སྐྲ་གཞོན་ནུ་མ།    །བག་མེད་འདོད་ཆེན་སྒྱུ་རྩལ་ལུས་བོང་ཆེ།    །བུད་མེད་ལོ་གཞོན་ཁྱི་མོ་ནག་གདོངས་ཅན།    །རབ་དགྱེས་སོ་དཀར་ཞལ་འཛུམ་སྐད་སྙན་མ།    །གང་འདུལ་རྣལ་འབྱོར་ཐུགས་དགྱེས་བྷག་རྒྱས་མ།    །ཆོས་དབྱིངས་ཕྱམ་གདལ་འོད་གསལ་སྒོ་འབྱེད་མ།    །མཁའ་འགྲོ་བརྩེ་ཆེན་ཡིད་ཀྱིས་ཕྱག་འཚལ་བསྟོད།    །སྲུང་མ་གདུངས་ཤུགས་བློ་ཡིས་བསྐུལ་ཞིང་བསྟོད།    །ཤེས་རབ་ལྷན་སྐྱེས་དོན་སྐུར་གཞེངས་ལ་བསྟོད།    །ཐབས་ཀྱི་ཕ་ཉ་དུས་སུ་བྱོན་ལ་བསྟོད།    །ཕྱག་འཚལ་ཕྱག་འཚལ་སྙིང་ནས་གུས་ཕྱག་འཚལ།    །འབོད་དོ་འབོད་ཞིང་བྱོན་ལ་དགྱེས་པར་བཞུག    །བཞད་གད་ཞལ་སྟོན་སྣ་ཚོགས་སྤྲུལ་འགྱེད་མཛོད་།    ཞེས་རྨི་ལམ་ཐ་མལ་སྣང་ཞེན་གྱི་ངོར་བསྐུལ་བས་བཀྲ་ཤིས་པར་གྱུར་ཅིག    །།

Homage to the innate Bitch-Dakini,
Lustrous in form, blonde-haired and youthful
Carefree, lustful, flirtatious and full-figured
A young woman whose head turns into a black bitch
With expression of delight, white teeth, smiling and a beautiful voice
Taming various disciples, your pulsing bhaga delights the heart of yogis,
You open the door of luminosity to enter expansive Dharmadhatu:
Dakini, with a mind of great love, homage and praise!
Protectress, with a mind of longing, invocation and praise!
Praise to you, arisen in the ultimate body of innate prajna!
Praise to the messenger of skillful method, at your timely arrival!
Homage, homage, here is heartfelt homage!
Calling and calling, come, sit and stay happy!
Show your laughing face and send forth many emanations!

Incited by the ordinary appearances of dream-phenomena. May it be auspicious!


།སྣ་ཚོགས་སྤྲུལ་པའི་གྲོང་ཁྱེར་ལ།    །ཅིར་ཡང་མ་ངེས་ཁྲོམ་ཆེན་བསྡུས།    །གང་འདུལ་ཚོང་པའི་ཅ་ལག་ཀུན།    །དབང་པོ་མཐུན་པའི་འདུལ་བྱར་འཕྲོད།    །མངོན་མཐོ་ཞིང་གི་ལམ་རིས་སར།    །ཚོགས་གཉིས་ཁུར་པོ་རིམ་གྱིས་ཆིབས།    །ཚོང་རྫོགས་མིན་པའི་ལྷག་འདུས་རྣམས།    །འདི་ཕྱིའི་རིམ་གྲོའི་མཆོད་པ་མཛད།    །ཆགས་སྡང་ཚུད་པའི་ལྗག་རྐུན་ཡང།    །རོལ་མོའི་ལྟས་སར་དབང་མེད་འགུག    །རང་གྲོལ་ཆེན་པོའི་ཕུར་པའི་དབལ།    །ཉོན་མོངས་ཤ་ཚིལ་བཏུབ་ནས་འགྱེད།    །ཤར་ནུབ་ཉི་མའི་ཁྱིམ་ཀུན་ལ།    །སེམས་ཅན་ཀུན་ཀྱང་སོ་སོར་སྣང།    །འཁོར་འདས་དགོས་དོན་མཐའ་དག་ལ།    །རྒྱལ་པོའི་ཁྲིམས་བཟང་ངེས་པར་འཛིན།

Thursday, November 8, 2018

A Piece of the Vast Thought of 'Whatever-Happens' (Gangshar)

༆ །གང་ཤར་གདལ་རྟོག་དུམ་བུར་བཞུགས། 


After entering the house whence karmic cause-and-effect are thrown
The sun, moon and stars of causes and conditions are bright
If the planets cause interdependence of elemental combination ('phrod sbyor)
Little space-boy floats up naked
The ice of the breathless corpse breaks up
Mindlessly, birth already foreseen is taken
In the drawings on the ground of a friendless land
With investigating mind the town is entered
The old youth without sickness
Cannot think who his mother or father is
Without passing all the examinations at school
(S)he surpasses all the schoolchildren and schoolteachers,
Without being expounded knows the meaning of all useless topics
In the mute face of whomever is asked a question,
This lineage-holder (rgyud 'dzin) who is not a lineage-recipient (bab so)
Finds the non-duality of Buddhas and sentient beings.

[Written] by the Lord-of-speech (Vagendra) arising as the gentle sound (dal ba'i sgra) of 'whatever-happens' (Gangshar Wangpo).

Saturday, November 3, 2018

Namaḥ Śrī-Gaṇapataye

Courtesy collection of Candraśekarānanda

One must bow to power
Or power cannot be yours
Therefore I bow to Ganapati
All-powerful Lord of the Secret Assembly
The record-keeper of powerful data
The book-keeper of all samsaric and nirvanic odds
The keeper of secrets of the swift path
The guardian of Mahadeva's wealth
The loyal son of the Queens of Possibility
NAMO I bow to the Elephant-Trunked
And praise your all-pervasive activity
Let fall a shower of blessings on this very place
Cause abundance of wealth and
Excellent Dharma to flourish in practice
Protect friends, wealth, consorts and lineage
Trample dangerous enemies and obstacles
Bring a festive atmosphere to those deprived
Eradicate all gross and subtle obstructions
Illuminate the dark chasm of the world
Let the land resound with your clarion call
This is a time of great interdependence
Let there always be SAMAYA! 

Nov. 2, 2018 / Cherrytown, NY