I spend my life
prayers in word and deed
I seek unity
believe in the Most Great Peace
for the generations to come
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© Carol Campbell
“Faith is the firm foundation of my house,
Diligence forms the high walls,
Meditation makes the huge bricks,
And Wisdom is the great corner-stone.
With these four things I build my castle,
And it will last as long as the Truth eternal!
Your worldly houses are delusions,
Mere prisons for the demons,
And so I would abandon and desert them.
The success of Mi la ras pa’s songs in helping to popularize Buddhism, combined with the innate Tibetan love of poetry and song, helped assure that in the centuries after Mi la, mgur composition came to be a widely practiced art.
* Also known as Milarepa
Well … I hope you did like this very short Tokubetsudesu episode. For this episode I love to challenge you to write a haiku, tanka, choka or another Japanese poetry form in which you try to catch your religious or spiritual ideas as did Milarepa in his poems. Of course you may also share “mgur” (song).”~Chevrefeuille
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Amen amen! This quieted me!
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I’m so glad. Thank you!
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Beautiful mantra 🙂
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I’m pleased you like it!
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I do! I need to adopt it for myself
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Your poem touches on a calm spirituality. I particularly liked the line “prayers in word and deed”. How much more love would be in the world if we spoke our words as prayers and even acted in a prayerful way. Thank you for such a loving way to start the day.
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Thank you so much!
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Well said, Carol.
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Thank you!
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You are welcome!
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Nine houses that faith built, and all of us, all of us abuse them.
Nine houses that faith built, and all of us, all of us must use them.
For if we do then we can make the trees and the hills and rivers wide.
Sing with such love and a peace they’ve never known.
I can see, I can feel.
I can do a million things in dreams where sense is no longer needed.
In the wilderness. In the wilderness.
I can cross a million streams in dreams where sense is no longer needed.
Children in cocoons. Many colored tunes.
Make their way into a day where sense is no longer needed.
So there’s a lotta sense in livin’. When the world we know starts givin’.
We can spread our wings some sunny day and fly away.
But ’til we all fly together, what sense does it make?
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