a gift from my big brother

"As a bee seeks nectar

from all kinds of flowers,

seek teachings everywhere.

Like a deer that finds a quiet place to graze,

seek seclusion to digest all you have gathered.

Like a Lion, live completely free of all fear.

And finally, like a madman, beyond limits,

go wherever you please."

~A Tantra of Dzogchen

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ProfoundAlchemy said…

It is said in a Tantra of Dzogchen that it is practiced in 13 solar systems or world systems , so it cannot even be said to come from this world much less any of its religions.

Wisdom from an Old Lady ~

"For ninety-nine years,
I have worked for the benefit of beings.
now this work is almost complete.
I will not take birth again
in this human realm in a physical form,
nor will I leave behind any remains or relics.
But my emanations in the world will be innumerable;
and many will recognize them.
They will be perceived in different ways,
depending on karma, pure or impure.
In the same way, mind itself has no support, has no object:
let it rest in its natural expanse without any fabrication.
When the bonds (of negative thoughts) are released,
you will be free, there is no doubt.
As when gazing into space, all other visual objects disappear,
so it is for mind itself.
When mind is looking at mind,
all discursive thoughts cease and
enlightenment is attained.
As in the sky all clouds disappear into sky itself:
wherever they go, they go nowhere,
wherever they are, they are nowhere.
This is the same for thoughts in the mind:
when the mind looks at mind,
the waves of conceptual thought disappear.
This body of ours is impermanent,
like a feather on a high mountain pass.
This mind of ours is empty and
clear like the depth of space.
Relax in that natural state, free of fabrication.
When mind is without any support, that is mahamudra.
Becoming familiar with this, blending your mind with it
– that is buddhahood.
Supreme view is beyond all duality of subject and object.
Supreme meditation is without distraction.
Supreme activity is action without effort.
Supreme fruition is without hope and fear.
This old lady has no instructions more profound
than this to give you.”
- Machig Labdron (the founder of the Mahāmudra Chöd practices)
11th century

and intro to Dzogchen

http://www.berzinarchives.com/web/en/archives/advanced/dzogchen/basic_points/introduction_dzogchen.html

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