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Software Images icon An illustration of two photographs. Images Donate icon An illustration of a heart shape Donate Ellipses icon An illustration of text ellipses. It appears your browser does not have it turned on. Please see your browser settings for this feature. EMBED for wordpress. Want more? Trained in dark magic, he commands a rain of scorpions, snakes, and lizards to attack the villains. At one time, so I have heard, the Great Yogi, This life story of Milarepa--the important Tibetan religious leader who lived over years ago--is part of a remarkable four-volume series on Tibetan Buddhism produced by the late W.

Do you know well The four techniques of Karma Mudra Called falling, holding, turning back, and spreading If so, you may apply them now, For your servants are prepared. It also says that of all services The best is Karma Mudra.

Thus we come here this evening. Pray witness this, oh great Yogi, Whose naked body is full of splendor and radiance. The Jetsun answered: At this late hour I hear your tuneful voices raised, And your thoughts expressed in song. Towers not a palace Under the canopy of clouds 'Midst the flower-galaxy of stars? Tserinma and the Mudra Practice Long are your lives and great your powers This of your mercy is the meed.

Your fortune rivals that of the God of WealthThis of your bounty is the meed. Your servants are faithful and obedientThis of your patience is the meed. In practicing meritorious deeds You are full of aspira tion This is the sign of your diligence.

The fact that you have met me in this life Proves your good wishes in past lives. I sing this song for you To reveal the deep relationship. Most wondrous indeed are the four perfected Mudras. The radiant Face and Lotus promote bliss; The shell-shaped Nac;li speeds the ecstasy; The Mark in the deep recess prevents all waste; While through the "Elephant" Reality is realized. You are the auspicious, noble, and fault-free Lady of Long Life.

Like the crawling of a tortoise [Slowly Tig Le] should drip down. Later when you spread it, Use the Liberating Mudra. After sincere prayers and offerings to the Deities, the two brother yogis - the compilers of this story - received a delightful revelation of permission, upon which the story was written.

Samaya Ja Ja Ja! This is the speed-path of Union, A path full of retained-bliss, A path to consummate the accomplishment Of the Illuminating-Void, Leading toward undiscriminating Dharmakaya, Directing one to the perfect Sambhogakaya, And leading to the Manifesting-Void of the NirmaI akayas. This is a path of bliss - of voidness, of no thoughts, and of two-in-one, A path of quick assistance by a goddess.

Following this inspiring way You, fairladies, will reach Liberation, And, in the Realm of No-arising will remain. Oh gifted fairies, you are indeed well qualified! This is the end of this wondrous account, composed of three successive stories. The Karma Mudra was then performed, during which the five goddesses offered Milarepa their bodies, words, and minds - also many foods and drinks to please him. See W. However, the translator presumes these are different names for the same Qakinis - one series being their formal names and the other, designations given according to the places from which they came.

Among the disciples there was a very industrious young man, a descendant of the Tiger Tribe. In an assembly he said, "Dear Jetsun, when I think of the miseries of SaJl1sara and the happiness of Liberation, I cannot sit in idleness for a single moment. Please accept me as your servant and I will meditate day and night with you. Also, when I think of your merits and the noble deeds of the Gurus in our Linage, all worldly merits and virtues become trifling and worthless.

Pray, therefore, grant me the quintessential teachings of the Dharma. From the profound, and the profoundest, doctrines I have gained conviction! All these golden instructions I now offer to you. This marvellous staff made of the supreme Ahkaru plant Was used by l akinis to rest upon.

It is a priceless and wondrous thing, Symbolizing the Tantric teachings of Dipupa; I now offer it to you, my Jetsun Guru. Please appreciate these wonderful teachings And have pity on me, the weary Rechungpa! Please commiserate me, and give me A chance to stop running and panting! If you would please, please do so, It would be the best charity. If one can satisfy the hunger and thirst of others, It is of the greatest merit. To console people in distress is the best giving; To serve people with kindness and show them the right path Is the obligation of all Dharma-followers, As taught by Buddha, our Lord.

The Jetsun heard Rechungpa singing this song while he was running after him. When the song was finished, the Jetsun stopped. He then sat down on the ground and replied to Rechungpa, singing: It is fine that father and son are in harmony- Maintaining harmony with people is a great merit; The Story of the Yak-horn But the best merit is to keep harmony with one's father.

If one is discordant with all the people he knows He must be a person ominious and obnoxious. Yet even more ominious is discord between father and son. Good it is to maintain harmony with one's father by right deeds, Good it is to repay one's mother's kindness and bounties, Good it is to act in concord with all. One's wish can be fulfilled If he is on good terms with his brothers; To please one's Guru Is to gain his blessings; To be humble is to succeed.

A good Buddhist is one who conquers all bad dispositions. Kindness is toleration of slanders; To be modest is to gain fame and popularity; To maintain pure discipline Is to do away with pretense and concealment; To live with a sage is to gain improvement; To be indifferent is to stop all gossip; To be good and compassionate is to advance one's Bodhi-Mind.

These are the things a wise man should do, But a fool can never distinguish friend from foe. Where the [actual practice of the] Path is concerned, The Formless l akini Dharmas do not mean too much. My relationship with you Is much deeper and more important Than the Tantric staff of D.

Of the accomplished Mother Magi There is no better disciple fhan I. If l akinis keep their secret teachings from me, To whom will they impart them? Much more than yourself, I am concerned about the things you are doing. Oh, Rechungpa, do not be proud and go astray!

Let us go into the mountains and meditate in solitude! Thereupon, the Jetsun and Rechungpa set out together on their journey. This is the first chapter of Rechungpa's meeting with the Jetsun at Yaug Ru. But my Guru lives under such poor conditions himself, naturally it would be impossible for me to expect any comforts or pleasures from him! I have been in India and have learned so many of the Tantric teachings!

A man like me shoufd not practice his devotion as an ascetic, but should practice it with pleasure and enjoyment. At once, Milarepa read Rechungpa's mind. He then pointed to a yak's horn lying along the side of the road, saying, "Pick up this yakhorn and bring it with you.

After all, what is the use of this torn-out yak-horn? When they reached the central part of Balmo Baltang Plain where no hiding-place could be found for even a small mouse, the heretofore clear sky suddenly became darkened by gathering clouds. Then a great storm, accompanied by violent hail, arose. In the midst of this onslaught Rechungpa covered his head in such haste and confusion that he completely forgot even to look at his Guru.

After awhile, when The Story of the Yak-horn the hail began to abate, Rechungpa started to search for Milarepa, but could not find him.

For a time he sat upon the ground and waited. Then he seemed to hear the Jetsun's voice coming from the yak-horn which had been left beside the road. He walked toward the place and saw it was undoubtdly the same yak-horn which the Jetsun had taken a few moments before. Rechungpa then tried to pick it up, but it was so heavy that he could not move it, even an inch.

Then he bent down and looked into it, and saw Milarepa seated comfortably within with ample room to spare; his body was no smaller, and the horn no larger than before, just as the reflection of a large image may be seen in a small mirror.

He heard the Jetsun sing: The grace of my Guru enters into my body. If one's body remains like a commoner's He is not a great yogi. Rechungpa you should pay homage to my miraculous body. The grace of my Guru enters into my mouth. With more than 1, titles, Penguin Classics represents a global bookshelf of the best works throughout history and across genres and disciplines. Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.

This lucid and moving translation of a text composed by the author of The Life of Milarepa and The Hundred Thousand Songs of Milarepa documents the fascinating life of Marpa, who, unlike many other Tibetan masters, was a layman, a skillful businessman who raised a family while training his disciples.

As a youth, Marpa was inspired to travel to India to study the Buddhist teachings, for at that time in Tibet, Buddhism had waned considerably through ruthless suppression by an evil king. The author paints a vivid picture of Marpa's three journeys to India: precarious mountain passes, desolate plains teeming with bandits, greedy customs-tax collectors.

Author : Mi-la-ras-pa,Garma C. Milarepa was an eleventh-century Buddhist poet and saint, a cotton-clad yogi who avoided the scholarly institutions of his time and wandered from village to village, teaching enlightenment and the path to Buddhahood through his spontaneously composed songs.