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Fucking Awesome. Thank you for
this.
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, May 09, 2005 4:35 PM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re:
Christianity
Jim:
> Absoultely. The judgement of what is best is
purely subjective,
> whereas the determination of what is purest can be
measured by its
> effectiveness.
>
> By the way the only
time I ever saw a turquoise bee was on the
> island of Java. How did
you come by the name?
It's an admitted ripoff of the nickname of the
Sixth
Dalai Lama, Tsangyang Gyatso.
The Great Fifth built the Potala
and consolidated both
the religious and secular life of Tibet. And
then he
up and croaked, without really doing what his predecessors
had
done and letting his fellow monks know where he was to
be reborn.
They actually hid the fact of his death for
some years, while a Regent
ruled Tibet, claiming to still
be speaking with with the now-deceased DL on
a daily basis.
Then, using the techniques that the Tibtetans have
devel-
oped, they found the dude. Late. He was already
approach-
ing puberty, as opposed to the "rule," which was to be
discovered when he was much younger. They brought him to
the
Potala, he passed all the tests, and they named him
Dalai Lama.
But
there was a problem. He refused to take his vows as
a monk, and he
refused to take himself as seriously as
the monks around him wanted him
to. During the day, he
ruled Tibet as its secular and religious
leader. But at
night he would sneak out of the Potala and walk down
to
Shol-town, which was Lhasa's red light district. There,
he
would drink and carouse with the girls and a few of
his fellow rebel monks,
writing poetry and songs in the
process.
His songs and poetry are
still considered among the best
that Tibet has ever produced. He
called himself, as a
poet, the Turquoise Bee. I've pasted in a few
of the
songs in below, since you asked, from the late Rick
Fields'
marvelous book, "The Turquoise Bee."
He was so controversial
that he was finally murdered. By
the Chinese, but very possibly with
the cooperation of
his own fellow monks, for whom he had grown a bit
too
controversial.
I stole his name because I like his
attitude.
:-)
Unc
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White teeth
smiling
Brightness of skin.
On my seat in the high lama's row
At the
quick edge of my glance
I caught her looking at
me.
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By drawing diagrams on
the ground
The stars of space can be measured.
Though familiar with the
soft flesh
Of my lover's body
I cannot measure her
depths.
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If young girls never
died
There would be no need to brew beer.
At such a time
This is a
young man's surest source of
refuge.
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The meeting place for
me and my love
Is the dense forest of the southern valley.
Except for
the chattering parrot
No one knows about it.
Please, talkative
parrot
Don't give away our
secret.
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People talk about
me.
What they say may be true.
But just three short steps
Take me to
the wine house of my
lover.
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Don't tell
me,
"Tsangyang! you're depraved."
Just like you
I desire pleasure and
comfort, too.
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Meditating, my
lama's face
Does not shine in my mind.
Unbidden my lover's face
Again
and again appears.
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I sought
my lover at twilight
Snow fell at daybreak.
Residing at the Potala
I
am Rigdzin Tsangyang Gyatso
But in the back alleys of Shol-town
I am
rake and stud
Secret or not
No matter.
Footprints have been left in
the snow.
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