A poem that emerged when I awoke on the 7th of April 2016
Mahamudra’s Sweet Sound
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in Mahamudra, am i inside or outside?
is it past that i return to,
or is it something new emerging and forming in the future?
time is a slave of the universe,
not its master
like water chases after the moon;
my shirt is made of clouds,
the sun is just a speckle
overstating its brilliance
dogs howl at the sky
their noise a whimper against the backdrop of eternity
they cannot bite me where i wander
the song wont leave me alone
even when my ears are covered
it is louder than thunder
and sweeter than the honey
the melody wraps itself around me
holds me in its spell
i fall deeper and deeper
the silence is roaring
like my beloved’s eyes
the touch of her hands
the warmth of her nearness
i can’t run, the beauty is unbearable
Mahamudra i found you
i just forgot where you were
tilopa 2.0
Future Yogis 