The Wisdom Verses Podcast

In this recording, t.k. discusses this poem:Vanity is the name for seeing higher and lower.There is a name for judgements, it is conceit. Vainglory is the synonym of me and mine.Thank you for the teachings that burned.Thank you for the blessings that stung.Thank you for the grace of knowing loss.In my heart there is no more room for the image of a stranger. Love’s meaning is an immanence of adventure.HeartBreak is the intimation of closeness.Love and HeartBreak, Her gifts to the hallowed.In my heart

In this episode, t.k. discusses his poem, "Rasa Lila."My hand explores the hemmed edge of your brilliance, true portrait of the Holy Face. And light, Oh! the light, pouring out from mystery.                                                         So we dance flowing, always flowingtwirling trembling, intimations. Patterns of ice melt light whenwinter’s frost covered grass meets morning’s warming rays. Patterns forming dissolving. The profile of a man’s face on the subway becomes tree,

13.Beings are born and die. In spring the plum blossoms and the seeing of plum blossoms.Enfolding unfolding, blossoming and fruiting.The dark revealing, the bright concealing ineach new relation. Each new leaf and flower the totality.Possibility impossibility flow in and of each other and in the secretmost recesses of the Heart unpossibilitynon-darknessunlearningmysteriousenvelopeof wholeness. In the leaves and branches there is a hidden laughter;its roots in the formless, its blossoms

49. A man is lost in the woods. For hours he runs, then stumbles. He looks for turning in ellipses and spirals. Thirst overtakes him. He comes to a glen with two pools of water. One is poison. One is nectar. What happens next is a toss-up. A woman is born in a desert. She wakes up full grown. Sand stretches for as far as the eye can see and further … as far as the mind can imagine! There is no end to it. She will have to make her home from desert, from heat, from the knowings of sand particles. You

In this AWESOME and PERFECT teaching, t.k. delivers a masterful exposition on emptiness-nothingness-openness as the essence of reality, through explaining his poem:62.There is a homeland of wisdom where my beloved dwells. It is an openness irreducible, untouched by sorrows. It is a place where every thing is lost, and the beloved appears as the everything radiance of without cause.There, there can be no thought, no concept; lover and beloved do not signal the separation of the number two, nor do

22. 23. 24. Three poems of Mori:1. Japan, Harvest Moon, fall 1470:sunlight meets chandelier; now things get erotic.everything delights in opening. .the pleasure of colors spill out everywhere. the mood of lucency, moonlight. son of an emperor daughter of a peasant. uncreate mind’s insistence on alternatives (Wave? Particle?). her body, careless across bed. his lips to her warm wet. worship meets. mind silences. the Davisson–Germer experiment is made in love. now things get erotic everything delights

10. A child runs through a field of wildflowers; their eyes fill withbeauty. Another walks an open-air market, St. Rémy deProvence, the smell of olives and ripe melons fills her bodywith a joy. A joy untouched by word. When sense field and sense object meet in innocence, theirunion becomes the swelling forth of Love. How do you knowif they have met in innocence—there is silence. Silencepervades perception and brings with it mysterious benediction. Silence flowers. An invitation is heard, received,

In this first episode, t.k. graces us with a talk on the meaning and references included in the sublime poem “31” from his book of poetry entitled Xuan Xue: The Dark Unlearning.31.There is a body of sudden openness. It hasno feet, no hand, no face, no form.And it has no alienation of labor and theproduct of labor. Awareness’ work isappearance. Management, that old fraud,the word “I,” has been sacked.In its mysterious absence it is wholeness, and,when we come to rest therein—to find our