Image

The Great Bliss Queen's Mansion of Flaming Bliss

This is a love poem. Listen to 'The Great Bliss Queen's Mansion of Flaming Bliss' here, or click on this link: dial-up; DSL or Cable.


















Great Bliss Queen, acrylic on canvas, 29.5"x35.25", & India Ink drawing on parchment paper, Brenda Clews 2003

At my Art & Writings website I have created a page for The Great Bliss Queen's Mansion of Flaming Bliss, it's prettier though harder to read than this site.



Place of surrender,
of the softness of the lotus and the heat of its flames,
the way everything dissolves,
the way I am aroused and caressed,
barely remembering who I am,
this way of falling into what is receiving us.

That first time, I see you on the other side,
across the dance floor, dancing...

The sensual dance of the liquid fire
of flaming bliss.

A tantrayana.

In the Tibetan texts, she,
the place of the coming to be,
the arising of all existents,
of the coming and going,
the Great Bliss Queen a matrix,1
the essence of the great expanse.2
She rises from the water, a vision,
Jigmay Lingpa, an 18th c Tibetan visionary,
"From the mouth of the lotus was born
The swift goddess, heroic liberator
Who went forth in human form
Amid the snowy mountains of Tibet."3
Aren't we all born from lotuses?
Aren't all lotuses bliss?

The secret history of the life
of the Queen of Tibet,
her Lute Song of the Gandharvas,4
an epic map to enlightenment,
her namthar,5 way of liberation, balancing
love and compassion,
a limitless ability to help others...

The Great Bliss Queen Dakini's mandala
of flowing awareness, flaming mansion
of bliss, an entryway
into the expanse of reality.
Imagining into,
that space, its mindfulness, this tantra,
becoming one with the generative force,
this secret path

That evening with you...
disappearing into
the empty vastness of love.

Is Buddhism an extended meditation on the self?
And mindfulness consciousness of the self in its unfolding?

This complex construction of self,
nexus of who I am, you are,
watching the process of ourselves unfold...

...if I had a stable and solid 'self' that is,
instead of this mutable, floating, ever-changing
and constantly renewed consciousness...

Yeshe Tsogyal, Great Bliss Divine Queen,
in her Lute Song, embedded as icon,
transparent and luminous as the water,
heroine, a founder of Tibetan Buddhism,
enlightened girl, woman, Queen,
a Buddha, back there, in the 8th century,
when she comes out of the caves with her consort/lover,
where she has disappeared for months, blissing out,
from her swollen, love-bitten lips, red as flames, says,
and after the ordeals in the mountains of Tibet
meditating alone through the Winters,
without food or clothing or warmth,
where she has learnt to generate heat from within,
to draw nectar from the air,
where she has learnt not to dissolve into passion
but to allow passion to dissolve her,
Yeshe Tsogyal says,
"If there is no mingling of bliss with voidness
All is useless...
Taste rather bliss and voidness, as they rise, united!"6

The bliss and the void...
this primal purity.

Yeshe Tsogyal does not represent awareness,
but the gift of awareness.

Do we sometimes have visions which define our lives?
Which define how we understand the way our consciousness
exists in the continuum we float in?

I am dancing with my eyes closed,
can I witness your light?

...a vision, years ago, between dream and waking,
in the black, black night,
of the nothingness on which all matter rests...
the void, the great emptiness, non-being...
the way all form, all energy collected into form,
are waves flowing on nothing,
a nothingness so deep as to be without depth,
pervasive, everywhere, what each molecule rests on,
each vibrating cell of life,
the nothingness all consuming...

That night with you, your large body enveloping mine,
your intensity, hunger,
in the passion for each other, its fire,
we undress
peeling layers
until we, tongue, touch, wet, skin sliding on skin, hot, electric
then my body disappearing into emptiness...
cheek, lip, tongue, breast, dissolving
like the dark side of the moon,
where there is no light, no air,
only the vast and open cosmos,
and can I call it terrifying, this loss, of me,
me spinning into,
crumbling into moondust under your hot breath...

Consumed into emptiness...
blissful waves of orgasms...
our bodies performing a music of light
our essence, shining,
shining through each other
making each other appear,
your touch, the serenity of you,
your breath, your body, your energy flowing,
you an anchor of light I come back to in the ocean flowing,
and then dipping back into the extinguishing...

My being is fragile, arbitrary.

I disappear into you, past you
I am floating on the other side of the cosmos
my body of bliss, waves of bliss
until only the waves of bliss remain...
a wake of bliss spreading, the clear light, like lightning

The Queen and the King cause the thunder
to roll over the mountains of Tibet.

The Queen and her consort practice
the secret tantra.

The Bliss Queen is a passionately happy deity.

In her rainbow body, the heavens bright with thousands
of spirits, she departs, wise and profound Mother, leaving
a trail of miracles like lotus petals...

...and when I meditate...
that energy, vital energy, percolating, ever-renewing,
subtle energies, delicate winds, from the unmanifest to the manifest,
creating, maintaining, dissolving, everything,
what we see, think, feel,
whispering the intention of non-being to be,
and in being dissolving again into nothingness...
vast, complex, intricate,
this febrile field of life with all its appearings and disappearings,
its passion and its cessation,
its constant, eternal flow recreating
itself every moment, anew...

© 2003 Brenda Clews

Notes
----
1 "Matrix" refers to the womb of Yeshe Tsogyal (777-837), the Great Bliss Queen, ""a womb that is reality." To know this reality, which Buddhists also call emptiness, is to give birth to enlightenment.” Anne Carolyn Klein, Meeting the Great Bliss Queen (Boston: Beacon Press, 1995), p. 156. Similarly, in the Mahayana tradition of Buddhism, Prajnaparamittra means ‘emptiness,’ which is synonymous with ‘great mother wisdom.’
2 Line taken from the title of the liturgy of Yeshe Tsogyal by Jigmay Lingpa (1729-98), “famous scholar-practitioner,”Long chen sNying thig rza pod (The Very Essence of the Great Expanse), quoted in Great Bliss Queen, ftn.3, p.263.
3 Jigmay Lingpa, quoted in Great Bliss Queen, p.15.
4 Lady of the Lotus-Born, The Life and Enlightenment of Yeshe Tsogyal, A Translation of The Lute Song of the Gandharvas, A Revelation in Eight Chapters of the Secret History of the Life and Enlightenment of Yeshe Tsogyal, Queen of Tibet, trans. The Padmakara Translation Group (Boston: Shambhala, 1999).
5 A namthar is a “tale of liberation,” Lady of the Lotus-Born, p.xiii.
6 Lady of the Lotus-Born, p. 173.

Works Cited

Klein, Anne Carolyn. Meeting the Great Bliss Queen. Boston: Beacon Press, 1995.

The Padmakara Translation Group. Lady of the Lotus-Born, The Life and Enlightenment of Yeshe Tsogyal, A Translation of The Lute Song of the Gandharvas, A Revelation in Eight Chapters of the Secret History of the Life and Enlightenment of Yeshe Tsogyal, Queen of Tibet. Boston: Shambhala, 1999.

Extended Bibliography

Anand, Margo. The Art of Sexual Magic. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1995.
Arguelles, Jose and Miriam. Mandala. Boulder, Colorado: Shambhala, 1972.
Chopel, Gedun. Trans. Jeffrey Hopkins. Tibetan Arts of Love: Sex, Orgasm & Spiritual Healing. Ithica, New York: Snow Lion Publications, 1992.
Danielou, Alain, Trans. The Complete Kama Sutra. Rochester, Vermont: Park Street Press, 1994.
Feuerstein, Georg. Tantra: The Path of Ecstasy. Boston: Shambhala, 1998.
Khanna, Madhu. Yantra: The Tantric Symbol of Cosmic Unity. London: Thames & Hudson, 1979.
King, Francis. Tantra: The Way of Action. Rochester, Vermont: Destiny Books, 1990.
Lacroix, Nitya. The Art of Tantric Sex. London: Dorling Kindersley, 1977.
Mann, A.T., and Lyle, Jane. Sacred Sexuality. Rockport, Massachusetts: Element Books, 1995.
Rawson, Philip. The Art of Tantra. Greenwich, Connecticut: New York Graphic Society, 1973.
Rawson, Philip. The Art of Tantra. New York: Oxford University Press, 1978.
Shaw, Miranda. Passionate Enlightenment: Women in Tantric Buddhism. Princeton: New Jersey: Princeton University Press, 1994.

This poem was originally presented at, Mothering, Religion and Spirituality, October 24-26, 2003, York University, Toronto. It's been read at a number of venues, York University, the University of Toronto, and the Victory Cafe in Toronto, since then.


Comments

Sep 2019 (5)
Aug 2019 (1)
Jul 2019 (6)
May 2019 (2)
Apr 2019 (1)
Feb 2019 (1)
Jan 2019 (1)
Nov 2018 (2)
Sep 2018 (1)
Aug 2018 (3)
Jul 2018 (1)
May 2018 (1)
Apr 2018 (12)
Mar 2018 (5)
Feb 2018 (3)
Jan 2018 (4)
Dec 2017 (3)
Nov 2017 (1)
Oct 2017 (10)
Sep 2017 (1)
Aug 2017 (3)
Jul 2017 (1)
Jun 2017 (3)
May 2017 (5)
Apr 2017 (2)
Mar 2017 (3)
Feb 2017 (1)
Jan 2017 (5)
Dec 2016 (8)
Nov 2016 (3)
Oct 2016 (3)
Sep 2016 (1)
Aug 2016 (8)
Jul 2016 (6)
Jun 2016 (3)
May 2016 (7)
Apr 2016 (10)
Mar 2016 (5)
Feb 2016 (5)
Jan 2016 (4)
Oct 2014 (13)
Sep 2014 (6)
Aug 2014 (11)
Jul 2014 (9)
Jun 2014 (9)
May 2014 (9)
Apr 2014 (17)
Mar 2014 (5)
Feb 2014 (8)
Jan 2014 (13)
Dec 2013 (11)
Nov 2013 (7)
Oct 2013 (13)
Sep 2013 (6)
Aug 2013 (8)
Jul 2013 (5)
Jan 2013 (12)
Dec 2012 (11)
Nov 2012 (16)
Oct 2012 (11)
Sep 2012 (20)
Aug 2012 (19)
Jul 2012 (17)
Jun 2012 (12)
May 2012 (14)
Apr 2012 (18)
Oct 2011 (17)
Sep 2011 (19)
Aug 2011 (23)
Jul 2011 (48)
Jun 2011 (18)
May 2011 (17)
Apr 2011 (8)
Jan 2011 (19)
Dec 2010 (20)
Nov 2010 (7)
Oct 2010 (10)
Sep 2010 (3)
Aug 2010 (6)
Jul 2010 (6)
Jun 2010 (15)
May 2010 (10)
Apr 2010 (12)
Mar 2010 (9)
Feb 2010 (12)
Jan 2010 (20)
Dec 2009 (1)
May 2009 (19)
Apr 2009 (17)
Mar 2009 (13)
Feb 2009 (22)
Jan 2009 (26)
Dec 2008 (19)
Nov 2008 (26)
Oct 2008 (8)
Jan 2008 (7)
Dec 2007 (13)
Nov 2007 (19)
Oct 2007 (19)
Sep 2007 (16)
Aug 2007 (11)
Jul 2007 (8)
Jun 2007 (5)
May 2007 (6)
Apr 2007 (8)
Mar 2007 (7)
Feb 2007 (10)
Jan 2007 (15)
Dec 2006 (6)
Aug 2006 (21)
Jul 2006 (21)
Jun 2006 (25)
May 2006 (18)
Apr 2006 (18)
Mar 2006 (23)
Feb 2006 (21)
Jan 2006 (3)
Jul 2005 (7)
Jun 2005 (16)
May 2005 (7)
Apr 2005 (16)
Mar 2005 (18)
Feb 2005 (7)
Jan 2005 (1)
Sep 2004 (1)
Jun 2004 (12)
May 2004 (1)
Oct 2003 (1)
RSS Feed 

Warning: array_multisort(): Array sizes are inconsistent in /home/brendacl/public_html/Blog/index.php on line 783

The Great Bliss Queen's Mansion of Flaming Bliss

This is a love poem. Listen to 'The Great Bliss Queen's Mansion of Flaming Bliss' here, or click on this link: dial-up; DSL or Cable.


















Great Bliss Queen, acrylic on canvas, 29.5"x35.25", & India Ink drawing on parchment paper, Brenda Clews 2003

At my Art & Writings website I have created a page for The Great Bliss Queen's Mansion of Flaming Bliss, it's prettier though harder to read than this site.



Place of surrender,
of the softness of the lotus and the heat of its flames,
the way everything dissolves,
the way I am aroused and caressed,
barely remembering who I am,
this way of falling into what is receiving us.

That first time, I see you on the other side,
across the dance floor, dancing...

The sensual dance of the liquid fire
of flaming bliss.

A tantrayana.

In the Tibetan texts, she,
the place of the coming to be,
the arising of all existents,
of the coming and going,
the Great Bliss Queen a matrix,1
the essence of the great expanse.2
She rises from the water, a vision,
Jigmay Lingpa, an 18th c Tibetan visionary,
"From the mouth of the lotus was born
The swift goddess, heroic liberator
Who went forth in human form
Amid the snowy mountains of Tibet."3
Aren't we all born from lotuses?
Aren't all lotuses bliss?

The secret history of the life
of the Queen of Tibet,
her Lute Song of the Gandharvas,4
an epic map to enlightenment,
her namthar,5 way of liberation, balancing
love and compassion,
a limitless ability to help others...

The Great Bliss Queen Dakini's mandala
of flowing awareness, flaming mansion
of bliss, an entryway
into the expanse of reality.
Imagining into,
that space, its mindfulness, this tantra,
becoming one with the generative force,
this secret path

That evening with you...
disappearing into
the empty vastness of love.

Is Buddhism an extended meditation on the self?
And mindfulness consciousness of the self in its unfolding?

This complex construction of self,
nexus of who I am, you are,
watching the process of ourselves unfold...

...if I had a stable and solid 'self' that is,
instead of this mutable, floating, ever-changing
and constantly renewed consciousness...

Yeshe Tsogyal, Great Bliss Divine Queen,
in her Lute Song, embedded as icon,
transparent and luminous as the water,
heroine, a founder of Tibetan Buddhism,
enlightened girl, woman, Queen,
a Buddha, back there, in the 8th century,
when she comes out of the caves with her consort/lover,
where she has disappeared for months, blissing out,
from her swollen, love-bitten lips, red as flames, says,
and after the ordeals in the mountains of Tibet
meditating alone through the Winters,
without food or clothing or warmth,
where she has learnt to generate heat from within,
to draw nectar from the air,
where she has learnt not to dissolve into passion
but to allow passion to dissolve her,
Yeshe Tsogyal says,
"If there is no mingling of bliss with voidness
All is useless...
Taste rather bliss and voidness, as they rise, united!"6

The bliss and the void...
this primal purity.

Yeshe Tsogyal does not represent awareness,
but the gift of awareness.

Do we sometimes have visions which define our lives?
Which define how we understand the way our consciousness
exists in the continuum we float in?

I am dancing with my eyes closed,
can I witness your light?

...a vision, years ago, between dream and waking,
in the black, black night,
of the nothingness on which all matter rests...
the void, the great emptiness, non-being...
the way all form, all energy collected into form,
are waves flowing on nothing,
a nothingness so deep as to be without depth,
pervasive, everywhere, what each molecule rests on,
each vibrating cell of life,
the nothingness all consuming...

That night with you, your large body enveloping mine,
your intensity, hunger,
in the passion for each other, its fire,
we undress
peeling layers
until we, tongue, touch, wet, skin sliding on skin, hot, electric
then my body disappearing into emptiness...
cheek, lip, tongue, breast, dissolving
like the dark side of the moon,
where there is no light, no air,
only the vast and open cosmos,
and can I call it terrifying, this loss, of me,
me spinning into,
crumbling into moondust under your hot breath...

Consumed into emptiness...
blissful waves of orgasms...
our bodies performing a music of light
our essence, shining,
shining through each other
making each other appear,
your touch, the serenity of you,
your breath, your body, your energy flowing,
you an anchor of light I come back to in the ocean flowing,
and then dipping back into the extinguishing...

My being is fragile, arbitrary.

I disappear into you, past you
I am floating on the other side of the cosmos
my body of bliss, waves of bliss
until only the waves of bliss remain...
a wake of bliss spreading, the clear light, like lightning

The Queen and the King cause the thunder
to roll over the mountains of Tibet.

The Queen and her consort practice
the secret tantra.

The Bliss Queen is a passionately happy deity.

In her rainbow body, the heavens bright with thousands
of spirits, she departs, wise and profound Mother, leaving
a trail of miracles like lotus petals...

...and when I meditate...
that energy, vital energy, percolating, ever-renewing,
subtle energies, delicate winds, from the unmanifest to the manifest,
creating, maintaining, dissolving, everything,
what we see, think, feel,
whispering the intention of non-being to be,
and in being dissolving again into nothingness...
vast, complex, intricate,
this febrile field of life with all its appearings and disappearings,
its passion and its cessation,
its constant, eternal flow recreating
itself every moment, anew...

© 2003 Brenda Clews

Notes
----
1 "Matrix" refers to the womb of Yeshe Tsogyal (777-837), the Great Bliss Queen, ""a womb that is reality." To know this reality, which Buddhists also call emptiness, is to give birth to enlightenment.” Anne Carolyn Klein, Meeting the Great Bliss Queen (Boston: Beacon Press, 1995), p. 156. Similarly, in the Mahayana tradition of Buddhism, Prajnaparamittra means ‘emptiness,’ which is synonymous with ‘great mother wisdom.’
2 Line taken from the title of the liturgy of Yeshe Tsogyal by Jigmay Lingpa (1729-98), “famous scholar-practitioner,”Long chen sNying thig rza pod (The Very Essence of the Great Expanse), quoted in Great Bliss Queen, ftn.3, p.263.
3 Jigmay Lingpa, quoted in Great Bliss Queen, p.15.
4 Lady of the Lotus-Born, The Life and Enlightenment of Yeshe Tsogyal, A Translation of The Lute Song of the Gandharvas, A Revelation in Eight Chapters of the Secret History of the Life and Enlightenment of Yeshe Tsogyal, Queen of Tibet, trans. The Padmakara Translation Group (Boston: Shambhala, 1999).
5 A namthar is a “tale of liberation,” Lady of the Lotus-Born, p.xiii.
6 Lady of the Lotus-Born, p. 173.

Works Cited

Klein, Anne Carolyn. Meeting the Great Bliss Queen. Boston: Beacon Press, 1995.

The Padmakara Translation Group. Lady of the Lotus-Born, The Life and Enlightenment of Yeshe Tsogyal, A Translation of The Lute Song of the Gandharvas, A Revelation in Eight Chapters of the Secret History of the Life and Enlightenment of Yeshe Tsogyal, Queen of Tibet. Boston: Shambhala, 1999.

Extended Bibliography

Anand, Margo. The Art of Sexual Magic. New York: G. P. Putnam’s Sons, 1995.
Arguelles, Jose and Miriam. Mandala. Boulder, Colorado: Shambhala, 1972.
Chopel, Gedun. Trans. Jeffrey Hopkins. Tibetan Arts of Love: Sex, Orgasm & Spiritual Healing. Ithica, New York: Snow Lion Publications, 1992.
Danielou, Alain, Trans. The Complete Kama Sutra. Rochester, Vermont: Park Street Press, 1994.
Feuerstein, Georg. Tantra: The Path of Ecstasy. Boston: Shambhala, 1998.
Khanna, Madhu. Yantra: The Tantric Symbol of Cosmic Unity. London: Thames & Hudson, 1979.
King, Francis. Tantra: The Way of Action. Rochester, Vermont: Destiny Books, 1990.
Lacroix, Nitya. The Art of Tantric Sex. London: Dorling Kindersley, 1977.
Mann, A.T., and Lyle, Jane. Sacred Sexuality. Rockport, Massachusetts: Element Books, 1995.
Rawson, Philip. The Art of Tantra. Greenwich, Connecticut: New York Graphic Society, 1973.
Rawson, Philip. The Art of Tantra. New York: Oxford University Press, 1978.
Shaw, Miranda. Passionate Enlightenment: Women in Tantric Buddhism. Princeton: New Jersey: Princeton University Press, 1994.

This poem was originally presented at, Mothering, Religion and Spirituality, October 24-26, 2003, York University, Toronto. It's been read at a number of venues, York University, the University of Toronto, and the Victory Cafe in Toronto, since then.


Comments

Sep 2019 (5)
Aug 2019 (1)
Jul 2019 (6)
May 2019 (2)
Apr 2019 (1)
Feb 2019 (1)
Jan 2019 (1)
Nov 2018 (2)
Sep 2018 (1)
Aug 2018 (3)
Jul 2018 (1)
May 2018 (1)
Apr 2018 (12)
Mar 2018 (5)
Feb 2018 (3)
Jan 2018 (4)
Dec 2017 (3)
Nov 2017 (1)
Oct 2017 (10)
Sep 2017 (1)
Aug 2017 (3)
Jul 2017 (1)
Jun 2017 (3)
May 2017 (5)
Apr 2017 (2)
Mar 2017 (3)
Feb 2017 (1)
Jan 2017 (5)
Dec 2016 (8)
Nov 2016 (3)
Oct 2016 (3)
Sep 2016 (1)
Aug 2016 (8)
Jul 2016 (6)
Jun 2016 (3)
May 2016 (7)
Apr 2016 (10)
Mar 2016 (5)
Feb 2016 (5)
Jan 2016 (4)
Oct 2014 (13)
Sep 2014 (6)
Aug 2014 (11)
Jul 2014 (9)
Jun 2014 (9)
May 2014 (9)
Apr 2014 (17)
Mar 2014 (5)
Feb 2014 (8)
Jan 2014 (13)
Dec 2013 (11)
Nov 2013 (7)
Oct 2013 (13)
Sep 2013 (6)
Aug 2013 (8)
Jul 2013 (5)
Jan 2013 (12)
Dec 2012 (11)
Nov 2012 (16)
Oct 2012 (11)
Sep 2012 (20)
Aug 2012 (19)
Jul 2012 (17)
Jun 2012 (12)
May 2012 (14)
Apr 2012 (18)
Oct 2011 (17)
Sep 2011 (19)
Aug 2011 (23)
Jul 2011 (48)
Jun 2011 (18)
May 2011 (17)
Apr 2011 (8)
Jan 2011 (19)
Dec 2010 (20)
Nov 2010 (7)
Oct 2010 (10)
Sep 2010 (3)
Aug 2010 (6)
Jul 2010 (6)
Jun 2010 (15)
May 2010 (10)
Apr 2010 (12)
Mar 2010 (9)
Feb 2010 (12)
Jan 2010 (20)
Dec 2009 (1)
May 2009 (19)
Apr 2009 (17)
Mar 2009 (13)
Feb 2009 (22)
Jan 2009 (26)
Dec 2008 (19)
Nov 2008 (26)
Oct 2008 (8)
Jan 2008 (7)
Dec 2007 (13)
Nov 2007 (19)
Oct 2007 (19)
Sep 2007 (16)
Aug 2007 (11)
Jul 2007 (8)
Jun 2007 (5)
May 2007 (6)
Apr 2007 (8)
Mar 2007 (7)
Feb 2007 (10)
Jan 2007 (15)
Dec 2006 (6)
Aug 2006 (21)
Jul 2006 (21)
Jun 2006 (25)
May 2006 (18)
Apr 2006 (18)
Mar 2006 (23)
Feb 2006 (21)
Jan 2006 (3)
Jul 2005 (7)
Jun 2005 (16)
May 2005 (7)
Apr 2005 (16)
Mar 2005 (18)
Feb 2005 (7)
Jan 2005 (1)
Sep 2004 (1)
Jun 2004 (12)
May 2004 (1)
Oct 2003 (1)
RSS Feed 

© 2019 Brenda Clews Contact Me

Thank you for visiting, and come back soon.