Happy Birthday to HH, the Dalai Lama!!

Photo: On this July 6th, the 79th birthday of Tenzin Gyatso, His Holiness the Dalai Lama, may we share this prayer, English translation by Geshe Thupten Jinpa. PRAYER FOR THE LONG LIFE OF HIS HOLINESS THE DALAI LAMA  Om Svasti!  To the assembly of most kind teachers, both present and past –  The miraculous dance of the body, speech and mind of innumerable Buddhas  Manifesting in accord with aspirants’ spiritual capacities,  The wish-granting jewel, the source of all virtue and goodness –  To you, we offer our prayers with fervent devotion:  That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.  Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.  To the assembly of all meditational deities  Manifesting as countless mandalas and divinities –  The magical clouds of immaculate, transcendent wisdom  Reaching to the farthest expanse of the space of ultimate reality –  To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:  That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.  Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.  To all the victorious Buddhas of the three times  Endowed with ten powers and who are even masters of the gods,  And whose attributes of perfection are the source of all compassionate deeds  Benefiting the vast ocean-like realm of sentient beings,  To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:  That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.  Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.  To the assembly of sacred doctrine embodied in the Three Vehicles,  Supremely serene, a jewel-treasure of enlightenment,  Stainless, unchanging, eternally good, and the glory of all virtues,  Which actually liberates beings from the sufferings of the three worlds,  To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:  That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.  Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.  To all members of the enlightening, noble spiritual community,  Who never stray from the thoroughly liberating adamantine city,  Who possess the wisdom eye that directly sees the profound truth  And the highest valour to destroy all machinations of cyclic existence,  To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:  That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.  Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.  To the assembly of heroes and dakinis, heavenly beings of the three worlds,  Who appear in the highest paradises, in the sacred places, and in the cremation grounds,  And who, through creative play in the hundred-fold experiences of bliss and emptiness,  Support practitioners in their meditation on the excellent path, To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:  That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.  Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.  To the ocean of protectors endowed with eyes of transcendent wisdom –  The powerful guardians and upholders of the teaching  Who wear inseparably on their matted locks  The knot symbolising their pledge to the ‘Vajra Holder’ –  To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:  That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.  Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.  Thus to this congregation of excellent, undeceiving refuge,  We pray that by the power of this prayer  Expressed from a heart filled with fervent devotion and humility,  May the body, speech and mind of the sole of the Land of Snows,  The supreme Ngawang Lobsang Tenzin Gyatso,  Be indestructible, unfluctuating and unceasing;  May he live for a hundred aeons,  Seated on a diamond throne, transcending decay and destruction.  You are the jewel-heart embodying all compassionate, beneficial deeds;  O most courageous one, you carry on your shoulders  The burden of all the Buddhas of the infinite realms.  May all your noble aspirations be fulfilled as intended.  By virtue of this may the heavenly doors of the fortunate era open  Eternally as a source of relief and respite for all beings;  And may the auspicious signs reach the apex of existence and release,  As the sacred teachings flourish through all times and in all realms.  May the nectar-stream of the blessings of the Lotus Holder  Always enter our hearts and nourish them with strength.  May we please you with offerings of dedicated practice,  And may we reach beyond the shores of perfect compassionate deeds.  Through the blessings of the wondrous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas,  By the infallible truth of the laws of dependent origination,  And by the purity of our fervent aspirations,  May the aims of my prayer be fulfilled without hindrance.  © English translation. Geshe Thupten Jinpa, 2002.  Photo/Steve Granitz

“Those my friends who really seriously thinking about my birthday and at the same time wishing and also prayer for my long life so I mentioned the best gift for me on birthday: Please keep your own mind, your own heart – more compassionate, more spirit of seriously or genuinely sense of concern of others wellbeing and with that motivation, if possible serve others, helping other people also other animals. If you don’t have opportunity to serve them, then at least restrain from harming them. So to all friends, actually brothers and sisters – please keep in your mind, for the rest of your life – More compassionate life. That is the best present for my birthday” – His Holiness the Dalai Lama

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On this July 6th, the 79th birthday of Tenzin Gyatso, His Holiness the Dalai Lama, may we share this prayer, English translation by Geshe Thupten Jinpa.

PRAYER FOR THE LONG LIFE OF HIS HOLINESS THE DALAI LAMA 

Om Svasti!

To the assembly of most kind teachers, both present and past –

The miraculous dance of the body, speech and mind of innumerable Buddhas

Manifesting in accord with aspirants’ spiritual capacities,

The wish-granting jewel, the source of all virtue and goodness –

To you, we offer our prayers with fervent devotion:

That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.

Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.

To the assembly of all meditational deities

Manifesting as countless mandalas and divinities –

The magical clouds of immaculate, transcendent wisdom

Reaching to the farthest expanse of the space of ultimate reality –

To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:

That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.

Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.

To all the victorious Buddhas of the three times

Endowed with ten powers and who are even masters of the gods,

And whose attributes of perfection are the source of all compassionate deeds

Benefiting the vast ocean-like realm of sentient beings,

To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:

That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.

Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.

To the assembly of sacred doctrine embodied in the Three Vehicles,

Supremely serene, a jewel-treasure of enlightenment,

Stainless, unchanging, eternally good, and the glory of all virtues,

Which actually liberates beings from the sufferings of the three worlds,

To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:

That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.

Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.

To all members of the enlightening, noble spiritual community,

Who never stray from the thoroughly liberating adamantine city,

Who possess the wisdom eye that directly sees the profound truth

And the highest valour to destroy all machinations of cyclic existence,

To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:

That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.

Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.

 To the assembly of heroes and dakinis, heavenly beings of the three worlds,

Who appear in the highest paradises, in the sacred places, and in the cremation grounds,

And who, through creative play in the hundred-fold experiences of bliss and emptiness,

Support practitioners in their meditation on the excellent path, To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:

That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.

Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.

 To the ocean of protectors endowed with eyes of transcendent wisdom –

The powerful guardians and upholders of the teaching

Who wear inseparably on their matted locks

The knot symbolising their pledge to the ‘Vajra Holder’ –

To you we offer prayers with fervent devotion:

That Tenzin Gyatso, protector of the Land of Snows live for a hundred aeons.

Shower on him your blessings so that his aspirations are fulfilled without hindrance.

 Thus to this congregation of excellent, undeceiving refuge,

We pray that by the power of this prayer

Expressed from a heart filled with fervent devotion and humility,

May the body, speech and mind of the sole of the Land of Snows,

The supreme Ngawang Lobsang Tenzin Gyatso,

Be indestructible, unfluctuating and unceasing;

May he live for a hundred aeons,

Seated on a diamond throne, transcending decay and destruction.

 You are the jewel-heart embodying all compassionate, beneficial deeds;

O most courageous one, you carry on your shoulders

The burden of all the Buddhas of the infinite realms.

May all your noble aspirations be fulfilled as intended.

 By virtue of this may the heavenly doors of the fortunate era open

Eternally as a source of relief and respite for all beings;

And may the auspicious signs reach the apex of existence and release,

As the sacred teachings flourish through all times and in all realms.

 May the nectar-stream of the blessings of the Lotus Holder

Always enter our hearts and nourish them with strength.

May we please you with offerings of dedicated practice,

And may we reach beyond the shores of perfect compassionate deeds.

 Through the blessings of the wondrous Buddhas and Bodhisattvas,

By the infallible truth of the laws of dependent origination,

And by the purity of our fervent aspirations,

May the aims of my prayer be fulfilled without hindrance.

 

© English translation. Geshe Thupten Jinpa, 2002.
    Photo/Steve Granitz

 

 

Jim’s Latest Publication

Jim’s latest publication:

Chapter 5–”Buddhist History in Tibet”
Dr. James B. Apple, University of Calgary

Wiley

The Wiley Blackwell Companion 
to East and Inner Asian Buddhism

edited by Mario Poceski

http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&lr=&id=7h7gAgAAQBAJ&oi=fnd&pg=PA104&ots=1Immh-mOt5&sig=3ZUuGwlvQGNxESM-QPnglbXLRSw#v=onepage&q&f=false

 

 

Thomas Merton—Monk, Mystic, Poet, Writer

A Life in Letters

Recently, I have been reading Thomas Merton, A Life in Letters

http://www.amazon.com/Thomas-Merton-Letters-Essential-Collection/dp/B005SN0L80/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1390535123&sr=1-2&keywords=thomas+merton+%2B+letters

 

 

Happy New Year!!

Drums in my heart are drummin

Ever since I was a small girl, back in the days when Poppa was enthralled with Scotland, home of the Presbyterians, I have loved the song “My Bonnie Lassie.”  Much later I learned it was also the tune of “Scotland the Brave,” a favorite military march. I think I owned the Ames Brothers record with the Bonnie Lassie version. Oh…well…I still love it and was enchanted to find it combined with another favorite “Auld Lang Syne” on a New Year’s greeting e-card from jacquielawson.com.  The lyrics below are from 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scotland_the_Brave

My Bonnie Lassie lyrics
Drums in my heart are drummin,
I hear the bagpipes hummin,
My Bonnie Lassie’s comin over the sea.
My heart with her she’s bringin,
I hear the blue bells ringin,
Soon we’ll be highland flingin,
My love and me.

Chorus:
(I’ll meet her at the shore,
Playin the pipes for her,
Dressed in a kilt and a tam o’shanter too.
Drums in my heart are drummin,
I hear the bagpipes hummin,
My Bonnie Lassie’s comin, comin to me.)

Somewhere a ship and crew,
Sails o’er the ocean blue,
Bringing, oh, bringing,
My bonnie back to me.
That’s why the drums are drummin,
That’s why the pipes are hummin,
My Bonnie Lassie’s comin, comin to me.

Chorus

Sad are the lads she’s leavin,
Many a sigh they’re heavin,
Even the heather’s grievin, cryin with dew.
She’s left her native highland,
To come and live in my land,
She’ll love the folks who smile,
And say, “how-de-do”.

Chorus

Two of my favorite bloggers:  Reverend Bill Peterson, a retired Presbyterian minister, and Dr. R Scott Colglazier, Senior Pastor of the First Congregational Church of Los Angeles. http://rscolglazier.com/blog/

Reverend Peterson was the pastor of Salem Presbyterian Church in the 1990′s, where my father was pastor from 1960-1968. Dr. Colglazier and I both lived on Main Street in Salem. His mother worked for my first husband’s drugstore, Apple Drugs, and my mother was his third grade teacher. Oh, how I love these webs of connectivity—across the miles, across the web, reaching out through time and space, reaffirming Thomas Merton’s epiphany “…we cannot be alien one to another….”  The line of connection stretches from Connecticut to Indiana to California, a shared experience of place and memories.

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  Prayers, poetry and commentary compiled and distributed by the Rev. Dr.

William D. Peterson, aretired Presbyterian Church USA Teaching Elder/ Minister of the Wordand Sacrament Bill
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Bill Writes:
The world may seem very large geographically, but as Frederick Buechner’s reflections shared this morning indicate, No man nor woman is an island to his or herself.
    In relationship to the following message from R. Scott Colglazier,  his memories of November 22, 1963, when he was in the first grade, relate to the day I was in the fall semester of my senior year at Wheaton College, and driving to E. Lansing, MI, for interviews scheduled for the next day at Michigan State University. Now I know more of our respective ages and stages in life.
As to the “small world” phenomenon, however, in April of 1994,  I was ordained an installed as the Pastor of the Presbyterian Church in the community in Southern Indiana that was the location of the school Scott so vividly describes. Scott himself was no longer residing in the community by the time Kathy and I moved there, or during the six years of our subsequent sojourn with the good people of the community, but members of his extended family were still in the area.
So thank you Scott, for providing such a vivid example of the web of life that directly or indirectly connects us all in good times and in times of tragedy.
Bill
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Small Boy. Big Memory.

November 21, 2013 by Dr. R. Scott

I remember it with such vividness. I was in first grade. The school building was old. Wooden floors. High ceilings. The hall echoed with voices and footsteps. The heavily-stained oak desks were perfectly aligned and bolted to the floor. (No collaborative learning in those days.) We sat in rows. We sat quietly. We listened to the teacher and learned.

My mother walked me to the bus stop each morning that fall. I wore dark bluejeans replete with orange stitching, and the pants were stiff, as if made of starched cardboard. I wore a white polo shirt for my first grade picture that year. I didn’t smile. I was serious, even as a first grader, earnest and serious. I was sitting toward the back of the classroom on November 22, a classroom ringed with dusty blackboards, and above the boards, art work illustrating numbers and letters. My first grade reading book featured “Dick and Jane.” (Oddly enough, the names of my dad and aunt.) The illustrations in the book were warm and familiar.

I remember sitting in Mrs. Cauble’s class, and then a terrible anguished scream rang out from the hallway. It was not a scream exactly, more like a high-pitched groan. I then heard the sound of a woman running down the hallway, her shoes making a frantic clacking sound against the wooden floors. I later figured out that the woman was the school’s secretary. I don’t remember her name, but she assisted the school principal, Mr. Spradley, who was rumored to have an electric paddle in his office for any student who dared to challenge his authority. A short time later Mrs. Cauble, sweet, old and now shaken, shared the news that the President of the United States of America, John Fitzgerald Kennedy, had been shot and killed.

The full impact of this news did not really sink in until I went home, because for the next few days I watched the black and white news coverage on the television with my mother. We were living in a small two-bedroom house on Standish Street, and I remember sitting on the living room floor and watching the procession of sadness – the horse-drawn casket, Mrs. Kennedy in her black dress, the two children, and the sober voice of Walter Cronkite’s as he offered commentary on the proceedings.

I remember feeling confused, upset and afraid. Of course the entire nation was shocked. I now realize that the death of President Kennedy was my first awareness of impermanence. The implacable reality that the universe shifts. I would learn that lesson again with Dr. King’s death. And Bobby Kennedy’s death. And then my grandfather dying. And then two friends killed in an automobile accident. And then a President resigning. And on and on goes the litany of life. Impermanence: You wake up and the world is one way. You go to bed and the world is different. November was such a sad day.

I was a small boy. It is a big memory. I’m still trying to understand that day in November fifty years ago.