What a time it was….
Amid inclement weather and the prospect of sloshing around in gum boots, some 200 students gathered within Vajradhara Gonpa’s misty surrounds, to mark the end of the second three year retreat.
Under Rinpoche’s guidance, the retreatants offered a Tsok Bum. For those unfamiliar with Tibetan terms, this means the offering of 100,000 feast offerings. The Tsok Bum, was a perfect example of the power of the Vajrayana. With Rinpoche’s presence and teaching, and with the retreatants elegantly engaging in the ritual we slip-streamed, into a world that is indeed sacred. The warmth and cooperation amongst participants, happily engaging in karma yoga, before, during and after the retreat, a delight. Inspired no doubt, by the tireless staff and volunteers who have held the retreat together. This is what Sangha can be.
This time together concluded on the 17 March 2012 when the retreat boundary was officially opened to applause and cheers. As swiftly as we gathered we dispersed. In the following weeks, the retreatants too, travelled back to their homes in Germany, Hong Kong, USA and UK, whilst the Australians are considering, can they leave the beautiful Northern Rivers or is Canberra, Sydney or Melbourne beckoning? Now back in our ‘normal lives’ a memory and taste of something profound lingers……
It was a very poignant time for many of us, as it was the last event to be held at the Gonpa. Yes, the Gonpa is to be sold.
Paula Yacoub
The birth of Vajradhara Gonpa
There were six great pillars enclosing the sky
in the auspicious place below the mountain peak
above the valley,
near the source of the spring.
It had rained for days,
it was muddy,
and a hard walk up the mountain.
The clouds moved through the pillars
and the lama performed a smoke offering –
gathering green medicinal leaves –
requesting the use of the space
from the invisible beings who live here.
And the smoke merged with the clouds
and coloured the space between the pillars
and the temple was created.
Di Cousens
Thoughts on Vajradhara Gonpa March 2012
An incomplete work by Cielo Croci
The circus is over
this fact
we’ve all known
and now is the time
for us all
to go home
But I feel that inside us
Is a pain
that does burn
That maybe
this time
we may never return.
The fire
that warmed
this place
now
has gone cold
because this place
that was free
is now
bought and sold
The day
it has come
that we all tried to stall
When
money and time
has made fools of us all
You’re anxious and stressed
and
your feeling upset
Because you still
haven’t found
what your looking for yet.
You feel there are
still things
that need to be said,
ideas to be written
and
words to be read.
You feel distressed
at the fact
that you just can’t hold on
and
your slipping and falling
till the feeling is gone
You feel
empty and worthless
as thin as a ghost
At the thought
that you’ re losing
what
may mean the most.
Your fighting
against it
with heavy resistance
the idea
of losing a part
of your very existence.
That no matter
how you think
or
no matter what you do
you’re letting go
of something
that is precious to you.
Your letting go
of a place
Where you sit on the floor
and
listen to all
that you heard before
but overlooked
a hundred times or more.
This place
is a signpost
For the life that we’re leading
With the only drug
in the world
To stop our brains
from bleeding.
And whether
you’ve given your heart,
your soul
to this place
Or whether this visit
Is your first
and
only taste
Its absence
may cut your mind
like a knife
Because
this place is the high
you’ll be chasing
all your life.
Because
you feel in your soul
That you just need a place
Where
they won’t laugh
at your life
or your clothes
or your face.
It reminds you
that the world
Ain’t got you licked
and
that you can still get up
No matter
how much your kicked.
You need
That place in the sky
That will just help you cope
That spot on the earth
That just gives you hope.
But at the end of the day
Hope is just a word
That maybe they said
and maybe you heard
But you still feel
as if
you need it
bad
And that
if you don’t have it
Then you’re going to be
sad
But these feelings
of hope
And of pleasure
and thrill
Are no more
in this place
than
In a hundred dollar bill,
Or in a winter’s night chill
Or in an ecstacy pill
Or in the thoughts of we should
Or we won’t or we will
Or a light summer breeze
Or In a firm piece of bread
Or In a person you heard
Or a book that you read
The feeling of joy
of love
and of trust
you just need
to see
lives inside us
So the feelings
you have
When you’re atop this hill
Are now yours to keep
So go
where you will
Fear not the removal
of this book
from your shelf
for you can find
these same feelings
in almost anything else.
Its up to you
now
To take up your search
You have lost
this temple
but you can find a new church.
There may be those of you
Who feel I’m insane
and
that drinking champagne
from a mug
Is not
quite the same
But those limitations
They come
from your mind
If you throw them
away
A new place
you may find.
And don’t worry
about the people
You won’t see
every night
We’ll all meet
again
on our journey
to the light.
And besides,
we’re just children
and mothers and fathers
and lovers and fighters
and veterans and martyrs
Law breakers,
Drug takers
Beauty seekers,
Truth finders
Doctors
Spaniards
Hippies
and Steiners
So do not feel
lonely
Be consumed
not in strife
We’re all
just
small pieces
of the big picture of life
So go out
and smile
and just sit on the ground
and take in the trees
and the buildings
and sounds
Just be sure to remember
This all doesn’t last
then
has become
now
just as now
will soon pass
So pack up your bags
Stitch up your soul
Give back
what you’ve borrowed
and
replace what you stole
For now is the time
when we all have to leave
But don’t worry,
relax
Be calm,
and breathe.