" Mahamudra is beyond all words and symbols, but for you,Naropa, earnest and loyal,must this be said: The void needs no reliance, mahamudra rests on nought. Without making an effort, but remaining loose and natural, one can break the yoke - thus gaining liberation.
The experience of the ultimate is not an experience at all - because the experiencer is lost. And when there is no experiencer, what can be said about it?Who will say it?Who will relate the experience? When there is no subject, the object also disappears - the banks disappear, only the river of experience remains. Knowledge is there, but the knower is not. " Out of 'The Song Of Mahamudra ' , Written By Tilopa .

I Endure in order to Dream
Transcending Intuition
I seal the Input of Abundance
With the Cosmic tone of Presence
I am guided by the power of Accomplishment .
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A fresh new breeze is blowing
The winds of change are blowing
Every moment a miracle of life
The ancient wisdom has returned
Walking on this earth we´ve learned
We are the ones we´ve been waiting for

We are the elders - We are the children
We carry with us all that has ever been
We are the vision - circling once again
It is timeless And it is blossoming
In the lives we live and the songs we sing
Reconnected to the spirit of the earth
Reconnected to the spirit of the earth
Reconnected to the spirit of the earth

Written by a friend...

Love is real , real is love
Love is feeling , feeling love
Love is wanting to be loved

Love is touch, touch is love
Love is reaching, reaching love
Love is asking to be loved

Love is you
You and me
Love is knowing
we can be

Love is free, free is love
Love is living, living love
Love is needed to be loved

J. Lennon

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting your hearts longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are, I want to know if you risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear or further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own.
If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be a realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself;
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not so pretty every day,
and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver moon:
"Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live and know how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief an despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you come to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
And if you truly like the company you keep
In the empty moment.



Oriah Mountain Dreamer.