All posts tagged: Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche

Floral Notes and Bardo: Thank You, Catfish

  Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. They’ll gallop beyond their bodies… Bones in a meadow, scattered, vultures have eaten well.   The above picture was drawn by Catfish, who was visiting for the weekend. He also gave me a 200 year old Japanese tea pot. It spent about 100 years in the mud by a river, I’m told. Wow… ~~~ A refreshingly warm morning, walk to the Stupa, pausing, gazing at a big sky, all was so quiet. “Open your territory completely, let go of everything.” —CTR Contemplating the suffering in the world and giving away all delight–the glow deepened. Everything so rich, cool, fresh. A long, beautiful practice session in the Stupa. Afternoon spent in conversation. Too much talking. Another hour on the cushion before dinner, then Joni Mitchell in the headphones for a while, and then some time with Heather. She was at …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Magic of Many Varieties

  Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Fire-hose full of Kool-Aid blasting tranquility and simplicity into a bouquet of happy madness– landing on a bed with plush animals–hearing a bedtime story Wake up to blood-orange sky, late in the morning crushed ideas becoming sunsets, watching, surrendered to larger-than-my-thoughts ART On a flesh canvass, a wink at my foolishness. A wink of understanding between fools–friendship. Heather and I seeing each other through binoculars in the Stupa after community practice of the Sadhana of Mahamudra, which Trungpa Rinpoche received in a cave in Bhutan and offered to contemporary world even though/because it’s crazy and blows brains and delusion into indestructible magic-music. Gathered in the Stupa–friends become vapor-dharma-heat. Full moon above. Later, sake with Mr. Cushman and a few fellows–discussion of SMC adventure (that’s my attitude). I jumped out of the conversation in order to make my 9:30 lullaby …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Into Crystals, Refracting

  Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Yesterday a stream of powerful teachings in, through, from, the Stupa. I sat within the stream, arriving nowhere, continuously–to my delight, terror, amazement. Here’s what happened: Acharya Emeritus Judith Lief spent many years compiling and editing the teachings that Trungpa Rinpoche gave over the course of thirteen three-month long seminaries. Until earlier this year when “The Profound Treasury of the Ocean of Dharma” was published, these teachings were not available to the public. To celebrate the publication and the teachings themselves, there have been “Resoundings” or “read-a-thons”–folks have been reading the books aloud all across the globe. The final “Resounding” took place yesterday, with Acharya Lief, in the Stupa. I was moved by the words. I moved the words. The whole thing was huge and fluid. We were resounding the vajrayana teachings, which… are utterly beautiful and shattering. I was …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Doha Ha Ha Ha

  Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Bent out of–yet always, simultaneously–into shape, Kissed by whispering mountain dawn as if it were–which it is, always– diamond-like infant, jeweled-eye child Last night was the concluding class in a five week course working with the Shambhala teachings on contentment and meekness. The class was lead by Steve Seely, who is a very experienced teacher–having served as the Vidyadhara‘s personal attendant and later completed a three year retreat. He shared lots of potent anecdotes throughout the course. He is a treasure. Alison co-lead the course. She breathes fire. That’s what I have to say about her teaching style, her style in general. It’s blazing. We concluded the evening by enjoying sweets, chai, and sake together and spontaneously composing a doha–at the encouragement of Steve. Here’s the thing: It is so sweet to connect with my fellows, my friends, my family …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Howdy/Vanishing

  Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Snowflakes vanish from palms in a soft flash. Thus have I heard: Once, Trungpa Rinpoche asked William S. Burroughs: “Why do you write?” Burroughs: “You’ve got to do something.” Yesterday, as planned, I spent most of the day practicing meditation to give some room to the explosions occurring in my chest and brain– Sparkle bombs. Love bombs. Confusion in confetti form and twinkles of smile-inspiration. Lots happening these days. Moments ago, at lunch, Z (my teacher) said: “You look more excited than afraid. That’s a good sign.” He also said: “You’re a surfer.” That’s true. I grew up surfing mediocre waves in Florida. Now I live at Shambhala Mountain Center. The waves here are not mediocre. ~~~ A couple of introductory notes (written in pencil on confetti): I started a blog back in November after taking a writing …

Floral Notes and Bardo: Nothing Is Safe to Say/Not Afraid to Be a Fool

  Floral Notes and Bardo: The Creative Chronicles of a Shambhala Mountain Resident is a daily feature on the SMC blog in which a member of our staff/community shares his experience of existing as part of Shambhala Mountain Center. Nothing is safe to say unless you know every echo and utterance in all of space. Anyway… The joust between altruism and fame-seeking is going to result in a bouquet of laughter Onlookers liberated by witnessing boogie-beyond-embarrassment. That’s the virtuous clown. The offering of the artist. NOT AFRAID TO BE A FOOL Tonight I will take my one-year Kasung oath. The Dorje Kasung is military as imagined by Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Dorje Kasung = Indestructible Command Protector From the outside, the Dorje Kasung are among the weirdest components to the Shambhala tradition. Visitors to the land are often quite bewildered. I think that may be part of the point. What is your reaction to people in uniform? What are your feelings about being in uniform? Maybe all of that ought to be explored… Etc. I knew I would be going …

The Last Word at the Great Stupa

  The founder of Shambhala Publications, Sam Bercholz, described Trungpa Rinpoche as “not just another great Buddhist teacher. He was Padmasambhava, Guru Rinpoche, for the West.” And on September 13–14 at the Great Stupa of Dharmakaya the final reading of his The Profound Treasury of the Ocean of Dharma will occur. In keeping with the tradition of oral transmission of important texts like The Profound Treasury, a reading tour has introduced sections of the text to the public at a variety of places like the Rubin Museum in New York City, the Harvard Divinity School, and the Halifax Shambhala Center. Between 1973 and 1986, Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche conducted a series of annual study and practice intensives, called “Vajradhatu Seminaries.” The talks were organized around the three yanas, or major stages, of the Buddhist path: hinayana, mahayana, and vajrayana. It was a landmark moment in a practitioner’s life to be accepted to seminary and even moreso to be able to hear the vajrayana teachings in particular. In these programs he presented heart teachings to his most senior students and transcripts were restricted at …