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Amanda S./Chonyi Wangmo
Nov 04, 2023
In Diving Into "DAKINI PATH"
I woke up with Vajrayogini's mantra echoing in my head and my room glowing with a deep orange light despite the closed blinds. I got out of bed to see a beautiful autumn sunrise, both warm and cold at once. Even in the few moments it took to open the blinds and take pictures, the sunrise shifted, giving way to an ordinary cloudy day. And while the photos are nice, they don't really capture the full expression of the sky or the light in that moment. Ah, Dakini. In the moment you try to grasp at Her, She evaporates. And only you know the taste, unable to explain it in words.
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Amanda S./Chonyi Wangmo
Jul 26, 2023
In Retreat
Ahh, washed ashore on the other side of our Summer Retreat. This deeply transformative experience continues to ripple through my being, with effects that began several days prior to entering retreat. Putting my experience into words can be so challenging; human language is clumsy and somewhat inadequate for adorning the ineffable. I started out with plans to stitch together journal entries and create one long review of the retreat. It simply refuses to come together like that. Dakini rolls her eyes and reminds me that this isn't English Composition class. So below are shorter highlights, just as they are. July 15 The voice telling me that it's okay to breathe here, to rest and reassess, is being drowned out by other voices, all the conglomeration of “not-enough” voices screaming their often illogical arguments. I know it's illogical but I buy it anyway. Or at least, it's tempting to buy into it, to believe it. This is a demon. You're in Cho retreat, this is the time to reflect on your demons and put them to bed. As in, hear their cries, provide soothing words, contact, and sustenance, and sit quietly until they cease stirring. Don't take refuge in things that are conditioned. Which is most things: career, possessions, people, love, pursuits, passions, physical beauty, mental prowess. All these little sandcastles inevitably swept up in the tide, kicked over by wayward dogs and children, or slowly blown apart by the wind. All these things are decaying from the moment they are born. What sense does it make to place any sort of hope, let alone demands, on corpses? It is all ashes in your mouth, in the end. Once and for all, take your refuge in that which does not decay. Go beyond being enamored with the idea of a spiritual life. Ideas evaporate. Plant the roots of your new life in sacred soil and allow the old roots to wither. Better yet, sever those old roots with one fierce swing, wrathful dakini fire blazing to turn them into dust, forgotten and gone. July 17 New moon, and on the other side of the Common and Uncommon Cho Empowerments. Deep gratitude, deep enough to bring tears and raw-hearted emotion after yesterday's session. What a strange and beautiful and potent coalescing of karmic causes and conditions. The good fortune, and the responsibility, is immense. Many lifetimes of seeking and spiritual work brought me here. Any time I feel like a failure, I need to remember – I made it here. I am fortunate beyond measure, and absolutely broken in the best way with love and renewed vigor. July 18 I am a wandering yogini. “Wandering” doesn't mean traipsing all over creation trying to “find” yourself. There is nothing to find outside of this body-mind system. Wandering means no fixed abode of concepts; wandering means realizing the nature of emptiness, based on the supports of renunciation and bodhicitta. When the nature is realized, countless worlds explode into infinite possibility. Emptiness is not nothingness. Maybe it's no-thingness? It is the fluid ever-shifting womb of Reality. You are not separate from it. Suffering beings are you. There is no point clinging to personal happiness. E Ma Ho!
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Amanda S./Chonyi Wangmo
Jan 01, 2023
In In the Charnel Grounds
"The lantern which I carry in my hand makes enemy of the darkness of the farther road, And this wayside becomes a terror to me, where even the flowering tree frowns like a spectre of scowling menace, and the sound of my own steps comes back to me in the echo of muffled suspicion. Therefore, I pray for Your own morning light, when the far and the near will kiss each other, and life will be one in love." - Rabindranath Tagore
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Amanda S./Chonyi Wangmo
Dec 02, 2022
In NEW Dakini Journey
While listening to the recording of the recent Vajra Dakini dialogue, this poem came to mind. Many of you may be familiar with it already, but I offer it in response to all of your beautiful sharing. Take it to heart. "Quiet friend who has come so far, Feel how your breathing makes more space around you. Let this darkness be a belltower, and you the bell. As you ring, what batters you becomes your strength. Move back and forth into the change. What is it like, such intensity of pain? If the drink is bitter, turn yourself into wine. In this uncontainable night, Be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, The meaning discovered there. And if the world has ceased to hear you, Say to the silent earth: I flow. To the rushing water, speak: I am." - Rainer Maria Rilke
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Amanda S./Chonyi Wangmo
Nov 21, 2022
In NEW Dakini Journey
I felt Vajra and Ratna simultaneously expressing themselves in the first two images - the glow of the rotting leaves in the rain, the almost imperceptibly flowing stream shaped into a mirror by the clay earth of the banks. The stainless blue sky and the bare bones of the trees in the third image initially seemed more like pure Vajra - sharp, clear. But here again, perhaps the trees can be seen not as sharp bones, but as Ratna's firm foundation - the reliable skeleton, the support of the leaves that come and go. The more we look, and more importantly, FEEL, the more we see how the dakini is a fluid shape-shifter, one pure unchanging nature that is simultaneously, endlessly changeable.
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