Lama Foundation, New Mexico vs The Monster with Three Thousand Heads

I went to the Lama Foundation with the main purpose of sharing my book and helping out. Lama is a spiritual community, on the slopes of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains in New Mexico, where all religions meet in harmony to find common ground. You may want to visit sometime. 

Sunset on a rainy day, a gift

A few minutes before. Can you see the lightning? Enlarge if you can’t.

Most of the permanent residents at Lama are well-balanced people. Meet Joe, Megan and Pema below:

Pema is the youngest resident.

Megan and Pema

Bobby was the “watch” (resident in charge), almost always a beaming smile.

Some of the helpers and “stewards”, however, were heavily laden with ego, unable to smile: I even saw a few hateful looks directed at my book (I left a copy for their library anyway). But that is understandable because the reason they are there is to find presence and balance. Besides, religion is such an easy prey for the ego: Do you think the Christ would be sitting at the Vatican if he was here today? And wasn’t Hui Neng, the Sixth Patriarch of Zen Buddism, pursued by fellow monks with intent to kill? They hated his humble origins and envied his awakening. If you walk into the most remote monastery in Tibet, I bet you’ll find the monster with three thousand heads* lurking in the shadows: the world of form is its reign. Beware!

Buildings in Lama are made to withstand harsh winters.

The Dome

Dome’s roof

Sunset from the Dome

Inside, facing entrance

My friend Seth working in the vegetable garden. He was the “watch” when I left.

Helping Lama! It took me about five days (6 hours a day) to clear these steps of weeds and dirt so the rocks could breathe. A good workout! 

Somebody’s camp in the woods. You must walk around making noise to scare the bears away.

The spring is sealed to protect the water. At the moment the water level was low.

Jill was doing a hermitage.

A shrine by the spring

Kirsten and Randy

Eli and Adam

 May the road rise with you!

On my last day I read this poem, from Kabir. He always goes to the gist of the matter.

“Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.

My shoulder is against yours.

you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine

rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:

not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding

around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but

vegetables.

When you really look for me, you will see me instantly –

you will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says: Students, tell me, what is God?

He is the breath inside the breath.”

More about Kabir at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/K/Kabir/

http://www.boloji.com/kabir/intro.htm

More about Lama: Lama Foundation: Spiritual Community, Retreat Center & Mystery …

*PS Toltecs refer to the ego as a monster with three thousand heads. It is the best definition I have ever come across, for as you cut one head off, there is another one staring at you and ready to swallow you whole.

Kabir | Poet | Mystic | Philosopher

Kabir

Kabir

Like Ramana Maharshi, who was also awake, Kabir did not have a particular religion.  He was also very critical of all sects in India, which is probably a reason for his universal appeal.  It is said that when he died his Hindu and Muslim followers were quarreling over his remains. They then heard a voice asking them to lift the shroud covering the body. When they did they only found flowers.

Some of his poems:

Do not go to the garden of flowers!

O friend! go not there;

In your body is the garden of flowers.

Take your seat on the thousand petals of the

lotus, and there gaze on the infinite beauty.

**************                –Kabir

Hang up the swing of love today!

Hang the body and the mind between the

arms of the beloved, in the ecstasy of love’s joy:

Bring the tearful streams of the rainy clouds

to your eyes, and cover your heart with

the shadow of darkness:

Bring your face nearer to his ear, and speak

of the deepest longings of your heart.

Kabir says: `Listen to me brother! bring the

vision of the Beloved in your heart.’

********************

Are you looking for me? I am in the next seat.

My shoulder is against yours.

you will not find me in the stupas, not in Indian shrine

rooms, nor in synagogues, nor in cathedrals:

not in masses, nor kirtans, not in legs winding

around your own neck, nor in eating nothing but

vegetables.

When you really look for me, you will see me

instantly —

you will find me in the tiniest house of time.

Kabir says: Student, tell me, what is God?

He is the breath inside the breath.

More about Kabir at: http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/K/Kabir/

http://www.boloji.com/kabir/intro.htm

Kabir | A Poem

An interesting poem by Kabir:

“Friend, hope for the Guest while you are alive.
Jump into the experience while you are alive!
Think….and think….while you are alive.
What you call salvation belongs to the time before death.

If you don’t break your ropes while you are alive,
do you think ghosts will do it after?

The idea that the soul will join with the ecstatic
just because the body is rotten-
that is all fantasy.
What is found now is found then.
If you find nothing now,
you will simply end up with an apartment in the City of Death.
If you make love with the divine now, in the next life you will
have the face of satisfied desire.

So plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,
Believe in the Great Sound.

Kabir says this: When the guest is being searched for,
it is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.
Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.”
—Kabir

Today’s quote: “Drop the “me” and there is Nirvana here and now”–Buddha

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