Category: The Arts

  • Makara

    NOVEMBER 22, 2016PURELANDSUTRAS Calligraphy: Sincerity, Serenity, Fairness, Enlightenment and Benevolence  This poem was inspired by the opening chapters of the Infinite Life Sutra, which outline Dharmakara’s (Amitabha) creation of the Western Land of Ultimate Bliss. In a time before time began, In a distant faraway land, There reigned a wise sovereign Most mighty and valiant,…

  • THE MIDDLE WAY BY TIMOTHY BARROW

    I took a road Called middle way Where two arrows pointed up: One for Svatantrika One for Prasangika. My road map said: Try both ways Don’t turn off Head for both But which one? I asked. Later that night Rose a full moon: Its light shone a fine thin beam Between two closed shutters Where…

  • Poetry by Balach “Thutob” Kohjar

      Stream Enterer a hundred paths, a thousands tricks, the sea is green, the sky blue, many years for a moment. — Remembrance How does the past delight and haunt, but as a thought? How else do you experience future, but as a thought? It is all real, but not really, Seeing that, we continue…

  • Poetry and Prose: Bruno Nua

    Here is a poem I wrote after retreating in India and doing pilgrimage with Ringu Tulku Rinpoche and the Sangha around many of the Buddhist holy places in 2006/2007. [Many of his students might remember seeing it around that time] Then some Haiku from the same period. Next a poem about my mother and Bodhicitta,…

  • The Buddha’s Masterplan

      JANUARY 21, 2017 PURELAND SUTRAS Beneath the sea of glistening stars, Between the ethereal evening air, Lies a forest of glowing dreams, But as diverse and rich as they are, None escape the same Moonbeam. Under the lucent morning glow, Roll waves of raving emotions, Turbid fortunes and cruel woes, The burning craving of…

  • Sikkim (haiku) Sequence

    (Written by Maeve O’Sullivan on the month long retreat with Donal Creedon and Ringu Tulku Rinpoche at the Bodhicharya Retreat Centre, January 2017) waxing wolf moon lighting the road to our retreat  *** less cloudy today first sight of Kanchenjunga  *** thunderclap! the new prayer flags get their first blessing  *** walking meditation… the cream-coloured butterfly…

  • HOW TO LET ALTRUISM BE YOUR GUIDE

     

  • Lifting the Lid on foraging and community gardening

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  • When You Are Old

          When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;   How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love…

  • Andy Puddicombe: All it takes is 10 mindful minutes

  • Buddha at Kamakura, by Rudyard Kipling

    Buddha at Kamakura O YE who tread the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgement Day Be gentle when “the heather” pray To Buddha at Kamakura! To him the Way, the Law, apart. Whom Maya held beneath her heart, Ananda’s Lord, the Bodhisat, The Buddha of Kamakura. For though he neither burns nor sees, Nor hears…

  • TED TALK ABOUT BHUTAN

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  • What Meditation Really is: Ringu Tulku Rinpoche

  • Buddhist Poetry

      The past is already past. Don’t try to regain it. The present does not stay. Don’t try to touch it. From moment to moment. The future has not come; Don’t think about it Beforehand. Whatever comes to the eye, Leave it be. There are no commandments To be kept; There’s no filth to be…

  • Umbra

    Malcolm Sutherlandhttp://www.animalcolm.com/#!about/c786

  • Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

    Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.…

  • Three Poems: Cicely Gill

    At the Market ‘This was last summer’: she holds out a bouquet of dried flowers – woundwort, oregano, lady’s mantle. ‘They will keep their colour for ever’. Lavender, totter-grass, helichrysum. Names have their beauty too. ‘Grown from seed in my garden’. Statice, straw-flowers. Light in her hand, sunshine incarnate.    Not Just Haiku Not just…