Tantra, Buddha Mind and Le Petite Mort

the supreme gaps, the clear light mind of no thought and transcendent bliss is easily available at death and the moment of orgasm, these moments even when not trained, are remarkable, and far beyond words. ...when trained, liberation and authentic bliss emerge ....the gap of death is best trained with the Bardo Thodol/Tibetan book of the dead, we don't have much else to draw on.....the gap of orgasm is readily available, and practice does not involve death....lol! .....the Tibetan book of the dead is really about life, and is one of the single best books to study....... more before midnight.

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Vikram Madan said...

Very interesting blog entry.

The intimate connection between sex and death was beautifully represented, many times, by Jim Morrison of the Doors.

He was a poet who was obsessed with sex and death.

I guess he was enlightened?! ;-)

I consider him to be a crazy wisdom master.

Here's one of his poems.

Hope you don't mind that I am not censoring the obscenities in these lyrics, because doing so would destroy the beauty of the poem.

Lament for my cock

Lament for my cock
Sore and crucified
I seek to know you
Aquiring soulful wisdom
You can open walls of mystery

How to aquire death in the morning show
TV death which the child absorbs
Deathwell mystery which makes me write
Slow train, the death of my cock gives life

Forgive the poor old people who gave us entry
Taught us god in the child's prayer in the night

Guitar player
Ancient wise satyr
Sing your ode to my cock

Caress it's lament
Stiffen and guide us, we frozen
Lost cells
The knowledge of cancer
To speak to the heart
And give the great gift
Words Power Trance

This stable friend and the beast of his zoo
Wild haired chicks
Women flowering in their summit
Monsters of skin
Each color connects
to create the boat
which rocks the race
Could any hell be more horrible
than now
and real?

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Death, old friend
death and my cock are the world
I can forgive my injuries in the name of
Wisdom Luxury Romance

Sentence upon sentence
Words are the healing lament
For the death of my cock's spirit
Has no meaning in the soft fire
Words got me the wound and will get me well
I you believe it

All join now and lament the death of my cock
A tongue of knowledge in the feathered night
Boys get crazy in the head and suffer
I sacrifice my cock on the altar of silence