Om mani padme hum

"The mantra Om Mani Pädme Hum is easy to say yet quite powerful, 
because it contains the essence of the entire teaching. When you say 
the first syllable Om it is blessed to help you achieve perfection in the 
practice of generosity, Ma helps perfect the practice of pure ethics, 
and Ni helps achieve perfection in the practice of tolerance and 
patience. Päd, the fourth syllable, helps to achieve perfection of perseverance, Me helps achieve perfection in the practice of concentration, and the final sixth syllable Hum helps achieve perfection in the practice of wisdom.

	Purifies	Samsaric Realm
Om	bliss / pride	gods
Ma	jealousy / lust for entertainment	jealous gods
Ni	passion / desire	human
Pe	stupidity / prejudice	animal
Me	poverty /  possessiveness	hungry ghost
Hung	aggression / hatred	hell

Syllable	SixPāramitās	Purifies	Samsaric realm	Colours	Symbol of the Deity	(Wish them) To be born in
Om	Generosity	Pride / Ego	Devas	White	Wisdom	Perfect Realm of Potala
Ma	Ethics	Jealousy / Lust for entertainment	Asuras	Green	Compassion	Perfect Realm of Potala
Ni	Patience	Passion / desire	Humans	Yellow	Body, speech, mind quality and activity	Dewachen
Pad	Diligence	Ignorance / prejudice	Animals	Blue	Equanimity	the presence of Protector (Chenrezig)
Me	Renunciation	Poverty / possessiveness	Pretas (hungry ghosts)	Red	Bliss	Perfect Realm of Potala
Hum	Wisdom	Aggression / hatred	Naraka	Black	Quality of Compassion	the presence of the Lotus Throne (of Chenrezig)

14th Dalai Lama

"om mani padme hūṃ", written in Tibetan script on a rock outside the Potala Palace inTibet

"It is very good to recite the mantra Om mani padme hum, but while you are doing it, you should be thinking on its meaning, for the meaning of the six syllables is great and vast... The first, Om [...] symbolizes the practitioner's impure body, speech, and mind; it also symbolizes the pure exalted body, speech, and mind of a Buddha[...]"

"The path is indicated by the next four syllables. Mani, meaning jewel, symbolizes the factors of method: (the) altruistic intention to become enlightened, compassion, and love.[...]"

"The two syllables, padme, meaning lotus, symbolize wisdom[...]"

"Purity must be achieved by an indivisible unity of method and wisdom, symbolized by the final syllable hum, which indicates indivisibility[...]"

"Thus the six syllables, om mani padme hum, mean that in dependence on the practice of a path which is an indivisible union of method and wisdom, you can transform your impure body, speech, and mind into the pure exalted body, speech, and mind of a Buddha[...]"

-- H.H. Tenzin Gyatso, 14th Dalai Lama, "Om Mani Padme Hum"^[7]

[edit]Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche

“When does real love begin? At first it was a fire, eclipses, short circuits, lightning and fireworks; the incense, hammocks, drugs, wines, perfumes; then spasm and honey, fever, fatigue, warmth, currents of liquid fire, feast and orgies; then dreams, visions, candlelight, flowers, pictures; then images out of the past, fairy tales, stories, then pages out of a book, a poem; then laughter, then chastity. At what moment does the knife wound sink so deep that the flesh begins to weep with love? At first power, power, then the wound, and love, and love and fears, and the loss of the self, and the gift, and slavery. At first I ruled, loved less; then more, then slavery. Slavery to his image, his odor, the craving, the hunger, the thirst, the obsession.” ~ Anaïs Nin ♥

“I will never be able to describe the states of dazzlement, the trances, the ecstasies produced in me by love-making. More than communion, more than any joy in writing, more than the infinite, lies in the unity achieved by passion. It is the only moment when I am at rest, that is the summit, the grace, the miracle.”

—

Anaïs Nin

“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls”
— Anais Nin”

he blurs the lines between love making and fucking.

...I've tasted heaven from his lips. there's no going back. 

if there was anything of me left besides the surface level, once upon a time I might have posted it here.     

theres been few things to save me these days.. music is my drug & love is my tourniquet. 

“If you’re feeling frightened about what comes next, don’t be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise both your heart and your mind as you create your own path towards happiness, don’t waste time with regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the present, each moment, as it comes; because you’ll never get another one quite like it. And if you should ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.”

'it feels like I've died 100,000 different times. I rise again but these scars of mine begin to show. (just leave the tag upon my toe..)'

~ Davola, One Second of Clarity 

She figured out that the only way
to keep from being frozen was to
stay in motion, and long ago converted
most of her flesh into liquid. Now when she
smells danger, she spills herself all over,
like gasoline, and lights it.

the cassandra by ness bloo

i suffer of passion.

as if i must slowly move like winter. white

going quiet, expressions; mornings so fragile, they rupture

me. i exist in you, in everywhere

else

and. .. . .

... my hand mimics yours.

a disciple for an hour.long angel

to the delirium               where

there are no angels. i am scared of everything.

and yet, it's not the cold that i fear or the hunger

of my growl, although i am a beggar at your threshold,

it's just that my fingers feel

strange.

i 

tear myself so easily, unpoemed.

to live to love you to lose me.

your eyes tucked in the dark of my belly.

i wonder at the window of the sea and if it, like we,

                         will remain foaming. 

in the flesh.roamed truth, i protect myself.

from the envious girls in corners.

i see them wearing summer's heat.

offering something more than 

handfuls; they siphon my skin's scent.

it must smell like you by now,. 

there has been much impatience in my body.

it rages on the end of a stick. 

and here i am in the birdsong,

demanding silence. my mind makes believe, 

like i know, the sounds must be of high lovers

in trees, flying and awaying from their tiny skeletons

because they must be, must be. ..

... ..sparrows that denied themselves

their own trembling souls, to slide only

undrunk, untasted, over a vulturing death,

half.stretched over half.light, half the way to eden. 

cling.

i breathe on the pillow

                                 words not yet here

i breathe on the pillow        words that could be hers 

i was the one who was dead in the waiting

water, was the one that imprinted air with my

blood. 

i trace the places you've traveled and i feel

their gravity. am i a ghost that can be smeared across

the bathroom mirror? where i watch you watch

me and what is it that makes me unlook pretty.. ... 

these things go graveling in me, you see

these insecurities tie me, to your eyes 

she whispers:::

something about moaning beasts

with great morning eyes and curves i cannot manage.

i try

i try

pushing  

i make myself a queen in a kingdom's bed;

lily to sheets, crusader to embraces, limping to martyrdom,

as if it were only a matter to gather the right flowers.

would that make me

                            the way you cannot cry?

would that make me forever?

if i died again, could i be. 

only

only

only

there

must not exist such a thing. 

i know you

are not disturbed by a woman's smell,

and you might very well love small fears;

but there are things.. ...

                                i want to hysteria

about how the seasons will change into murderers

which makes no sense, i am sure.

soon, the girl will come to a burning point

and i am afraid you will watch her burn. 

you will survive the massacre and adore the ash.

you will manifestly turn black from the beating of eyelids. 

/ 

slanted body,

as if a kiss uncrossed

and undescribable 

so soft it will destroy us.

and it isn't as if we haven't been this close.

i just need you closer,

nearer to, so you can hear, 

the maddening

this must be the reason

women moan, scrape, and arch;

we let someone speak through us. 

               possession is such as.

only

only

only 

have you heard me

yet

making myself small enough.

wild enough, and yet i still will

scry at you to see if i am

down to your bones

yet...............   

                                                    i fear you

             turning away. 

i will still find you standing

alone and surrounded                     and those girls in corners

searching for smoke                       so quiet in the disarray 

your fingers wide open in the wind                                                     and i will crush the world

i will shatter with proof.

i will go blind with ablution.

i will rush to the end.    

             writing only

of a voice, of shimmers, of loves,

of a million syllables that start

to speak but stop

afraid of losing, but writing

        only

that i counted,

barely moving my lips,

every time you might have said me

           without even knowing it; 

i must've given

more than birth

to this.               

     that is the reason for the screaming.