The Sadhana of Mahamudra.


The Sadhana of Mahamudra.
Which quells the mighty warring of the three lords of materialism and brings realization of the ocean of siddhas of the practice lineage.
Selections from a tantric liturgy.
This is the darkest hour of the dark ages. Disease, famine and warfare are raging like the fierce north wind. The Buddha’s teaching has waned in strength. The various schools of the sangha are fighting among themselves with sectarian bitterness and although the Buddha’s teaching was perfectly expounded and there have been many reliable teachings since then from other great gurus, yet they pursue intellectual speculations. The sacred mantra has strayed into Bön, and the yogis of tantra are losing the insight of meditation. They spend their whole time going through villages and performing little ceremonies for material gain.
On the whole, no one acts according to the highest code of discipline, meditation and wisdom. The jewel-like teaching of insight is fading day by day. The Buddha’s teaching is used merely for political purposes and to draw people together socially. As a result, the blessings of spiritual energy are being lost. Even those with great devotion are beginning to lose heart. If the Buddha’s of the three times and the great teachers were to comment, they would surely express their disappointment.
So to enable individuals to ask for their help and to renew spiritual strength, I have written this Sadhana of the embodiment of all the siddhas.
Chögyam Trungpa. (Collected works volume five)
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NAMO
Earth, water, fire and all the elements,
The animate and the inanimate, the trees and greenery and so on,
All partake of the nature of self-existing equanimity,
Which is quite simply what the Great Wrathful One is.
In the spontaneous wisdom of the trikaya
I take refuge with body, speech and mind.
In order to free those who suffer at the hands of the three lords of materialism
And are afraid of external phenomena, which are their own projections.
I take this vow in meditation.

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HUM HUM HUM
In the boundless space of suchness,
In the play of the great light,
All the miracles of sight, sound and mind
Are the five wisdoms and the five Buddha’s.
This is the mandala which is never arranged but is always complete.
It is the great bliss, primeval and all pervading. HUM
In boundless equanimity, which has never changed.
It is unified into a single circle beyond confusion.
In its basic character there is no longer any trace
Of ignorance or of understanding.
Nothing whatever, but everything arises from it.
Yet it reveals the spontaneous play of the mandala.

HUM HUM HUM
My whole being is Dordjé Trolö
And my form is Karma Pakshi,
My speech Mikyö Drodjé
And my mind Rangjung Dordjé.
With that unwavering conviction
Fearlessly enjoy Mahamudra.
And attain the experience of maha ati.

HUM HUM HUM

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O Karmapa, lord and knower of the three times,
O Padmakara, father and protector of all beings,
You transcend all coming and going.
Understanding this, I call upon you-
Give thought to your only son.
I am a credulous and helpless animal
Who has been fooled by the mirage of duality.
I have been fool enough to think that I possess my own projections,
So now you, my father, are my only refuge;
You alone can grasp the Buddha state.
The glorious copper-colored mountain is within my heart.
Is not this pure and all-pervading naked mind your dwelling place?
Although I live in the slime and muck of the dark age,
I still aspire to see it.
Although I stumble in the thick, black fog of materialism,
I still aspire to see it.

The joy of spontaneous awareness, which is with me all the time,
Is not this your smiling face, O Karma Padmakara?
Although I live in the slime and muck of the dark age,
I still aspire to see it.
Although I stumble in the thick, black fog of materialism,
I still aspire to see it.
At glorious Taktsang, in the cave
Which can accommodate everything,
Samsara and nirvana both,
The heretics and bandits of hope and fear
Are subdued and all experiences
Are transformed into crazy wisdom.
Is this not your doing, O Dordjé Trolö?
Although I live in the slime and muck of the dark age,
I still aspire to see your face.
Although I stumble in the thick, black fog of materialism,
I still aspire to see your face.

The corpse, bloated with the eight worldly concerns,
Is cut into pieces by the knife of detachment
And served up as the feast of the great bliss.
Is this not your doing, O Karma Pakshi?
Although I live in the slime and muck of the dark age,
I still aspire to see your face.
Although I stumble in the thick, black fog of materialism,
I still aspire to see your face.

In the boundless space of non-meditation
He who performs the great dance of Mahamudra
Put a stop to thoughts
So that all becomes the act of the guru.
Is this not your doing, O Tüsum Khyenpa?
Although I live in the slime and muck of the dark age,
I still aspire to see your face.
Although I stumble in the thick, black fog of materialism,
I still aspire to see your face.

When the current of thoughts is self-liberated
And the essence of dharma is known,
Everything is understood
And apparent phenomena
Are all the books one needs.
Is this not your doing, Mikyö Dordjé?
Although I live in the slime and muck of the dark age,
I still aspire to see your face.
Although I stumble in the thick, black fog of materialism,
I still aspire to see your face.

The kingdom of no-dharma, free from concepts,
Is discovered within the heart.
Here there is no hierarchy of different stages
And the mind returns to its naked state.
Is that not your doing, O Rangjung Dordjé?
Although I live in the slime and muck of the dark age,
I still aspire to see your face.
Although I stumble in the thick, black fog of materialism,
I still aspire to see your face.

The father guru, the embodiment of all the siddhas,
Is seeing and all pervading.
Wherever you look, this transparent body is there,
And the power of the blessings can never be diminished.
Although I live in the slime and muck of the dark age,
I still aspire to see your face.
Although I stumble in the thick, black fog of materialism,
I still aspire to see your face.
Living, as I do, in the dark age,
I am calling upon you, because I am trapped
In this prison without refuge or protector.
The age of the three poisons has dawned
And the three lords of materialism have seized power.
This is the time of hell on earth.
And unceasing depression fills our minds.

The search for an external protector
Has met with no success.
The idea of a deity as an external being
Has deceived us, led us astray.
Counting on friends has brought nothing
But sorrow and insecurity.
So now I have no other refuge
But you Karma Pakshi, the lotus born.

Think of us poor, miserable wretches.
With deep devotion and intense longing
I supplicate you
The time has come for you to arouse yourself and do something.
The tradition of meditation is waning.
And intellectual arguments predominate.
We are drunk with spiritual pride
And seduced by passion.

The dharma is used for personal gain
And the river of materialism has burst its banks.
The materialistic outlook dominates everywhere
And the mind is intoxicated with worldly concerns.
Under such circumstances, how can you abandon us?
The time has come when your son needs you.
No material offer will please you
So the only offering I can make
Is follow your example.

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When the wild and wrathful father approaches
The external world is seen to be transparent and unreal.
The reasoning mind no longer clings and grasps.
It is wonderful to arrive in your domain
In the pure land of the blazing mountain
Where every experience is full of joy.
Hey ho, the happy yogi!

Every movement of the mind
Becomes bliss and emptiness;
All polarity disappears
When the mind emerges into nakedness
This is the mandala in which
The six senses are self-liberated.
On seeing your face I am overjoyed.
Now pain and pleasure alike have become
Ornaments which is pleasant to wear.

The experience of joy becomes devotion
And I am drunk with all-pervading blessings.
This is the sign of the merging of mind and guru.
The whole of existence is freed and becomes the guru.
When such blessings descend, your sons depression
Is entirely liberated into blissfulness.
Thank you great Karmapa! Thank you father Padmakara!
There is no separation between teacher and disciple;
Father and son are one in the realm of thought.

Grand your blessings so that my mind may be one with the dharma.
Grand your blessings so that dharma may progress along the path.
Grand your blessings so that the path may clarify confusion.
Grand your blessings so that confusion may dawn as wisdom.

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