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Buddhist : Tibetan 18th Century	About Kelsang Gyatso Timeline (1708 - 1757)
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English version by Thubten Jinpa and Jas Elsener Original Language Tibetan	Little Tiger
Commentary by Ivan M. Granger Themes   Crown   Fire   Freedom   Garden   Honey   Recommended Books Songs of Spiritual Experience: Tibetan Buddhist Poems of Insight & Awakening, Translated by Thupten Jinpa / Translated by Jas Elsner	The honey bee, a little tiger, is not addicted to the taste of sugar; his nature is to extract the juice from the sweet lotus flower! Dakinis, above, below, and on earth, unimpeded by closeness and distance, will surely extract the blissful essence when the yogins bound by pledges gather. The sun, the king of illumination, is not inflated by self-importance; by the karma of sentient beings, it shines resplendent in the sky. When the sun perfect in skill and wisdom dawns in the sky of the illuminated mind, without conceit, you beautify and crown the beings of all three realms. The smiling faces of the radiant moon are not addicted to hide and seek; by its relations with the sun, the moon takes waning and waxing forms. Though my gurus, embodiment of all refuge, are free of all fluctuation and of faults, through their flux-ridden karma the disciples perceive that the guru's three secrets display all kinds of effulgence. Constellations of stars adorning the sky are not competing in a race of speed; due to the force of energy's pull, the twelve planets move clockwise with ease. Guru, deity, and dakini -- my refuge -- though not partial toward the faithful, unfailingly you appear to guard those with fortunate karma blessed. The white clouds hovering above on high are not so light that they arise from nowhere; it is the meeting of moisture and heat that makes the patches of mist in the sky. Those striving for good karma are not greedy in self-interest; by the meeting of good conditions they become unrivaled as they rise higher. The clear expanse of the autumn sky is not engaged in the act of cleansing; yet being devoid of all obscuration, its pure vision bejewels the eyes. The groundless sphere of all phenomena is not created fresh by a discursive mind; yet when the face of ever-presence is known, all concreteness spontaneously fades away. Rainbows radiating colors freely are not obsessed by attractive costumes; by the force of dependent conditions, they appear distinct and clearly. This vivid appearance of the external world, though not a self-projected image, through the play of fluctuating thought and mind, appears as paintings of real things.     -- from Songs of Spiritual Experience: Tibetan Buddhist Poems of Insight & Awakening, Translated by Thupten Jinpa / Translated by Jas Elsner Amazon.com
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Commentary by Ivan M. Granger

There is a lot being explored in this wisdom poem.

In so many ways the "vivid appearance of the external world" can become a trap for the distracted mind. Through the intensity of contanct we get caught in constant reaction, running after pleasure, running from pain.

But this poem reminds us that such experiences are not inherently 'real'; they are illusory, like "paintings of real things." What we call "experience" is like a projected image of reality that we unconsciously create when the mind reaches out and touches an object that it perceives to be outside of itself. "Experience" is a mental overlay, and not the thing or event itself.

In the truly natural state, the awareness is at rest, perceiving without tension, encountering reality without projecting attraction or repulsion. In that pure awareness, life becomes a flow of events and interaction, not pushed by the self-will of likes and dislikes. We no longer imagine, "I have done this" or "I have experienced that." We are simply as we are, in our pure state. Actions are done, but we do not do them. Events still occur, but they don't happen to us, they simply unfold. We are no longer addicted to the "hide and seek" of life experience; its "waning and waxing" is simply its natural flow.

Then we become like the sun, illuminating and beautifying "without conceit." We are rainbows, not obsessed by our "attractive costumes," yet beautiful nonetheless. And like the honey bee, the "little tiger", we are fiercely true to our nature, gathering nectar, not because we are addicted to its sweetness, but because that is what is in our nature to do.

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