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from On the Islands with Norbu Rinpoche
by Louise Landes Levi

Shining
light/ in the water, on
the road, the village people
decorate their turquoise
pink                                                           
                                     chartreuse
                                             & purple
          houses
                              w.
                                                       flowers

it's all about
'Pedro Gonzales'
for
            them.



*








Naked

                                           body


white                                                                                        
on                                                                      
white                                                   



                                                WAVE
*


So. America –stars/ rain
& amazing baths w. Norbu Rimpoche/
Sometimes the birds
were practicing w. us/ when they weren't, the
sheep were/ at night the cows were
walking across the
road — the

mosquitoes
never bothered me/ I was sometimes
afraid of the guns the military
carry or the police,
but

I
basically set up
my regular life style.



*








Unusual
earthquakes, that are not

earthquakes,


disease, famine & plague
which are not

these/

these/ times, the end
of the Kalpa, of the calendar,
the end of/ the dream
                                    of
                                               man



*








White
butterfly, this morning
a black crow/ when


I see these solitary birds
I always think
O
        it's
                my
                              mother


*

Blue, green, thru' the
tree/ a rock, in the distance
a bird.

All this while
Longchen Rolpai Dorje
takes a dip in
                       the
                                 sea



*








from a letter
My
parents have left the
Earth – but I know they are also here, not
only inside. They were ignorant & beautiful. I miss their
color & style, especially
when I don't have you
around to be:
Petulant
Sexy Confused Blissed out
on occasion, Angry, & so forth.

That's all I have to say.
The birds are talking — 2 dogs wanted to befriend me
this morning, but I resisted when their
demands were overwhelming.



*








A fatigue so deep, I can't see or sing


*








Today
the Man was
saying he didn't even
THINK of teaching pelicans or fish
it was he said, hard enough
to teach his own
'genera'

it
was of course
perfectly obvious
that he was not
of 'our'

genera,

Still
he made us laugh,
float, contemplate the sun
& many other
unusual
things.



*








Every time

I see the 'cocks' in Venezuela
I think of Hokusai
in Japan,


Is that 'Normal'? 'Abnormal'?
I think of his paintings of them, I see his paintings.


NN
said to me
Why try to be like other people
?
yes, why even try?



*








The
'crazy wisdom'
of
          love,

all the
angular dimensions/ &
the clear breeze
        at
                      dawn,

the
beautiful lady
who lives w. a wolf

&



the bandits
who came to rob
the empty
room,




things
change so quickly/ I
was just enjoying the color scheme
when the woman who owed
the place

       ruined

                             Everything



*








Scintillating
lights./ the heavy
                                                     passions
                                                              of: the Taxi drivers
       in
                    Juan
                                          Griego/

Suddenly
                                                               I'm an:

                                                                                American.

'Our' Coup d'état has back fired.
          Once
                      again,
          we're on the side
         of the Bad Guys but


D.                               

                 has send me an
                                               e
                                                          mail


which is very tender. tender                                                                 

&                                                                                                                   
unexpected.                                                                                       



Mi Togpa:  Not                                      
conditioned                   
by     
                         thoughts.



*








            It
              wld. be difficult
in                                                             
AMERIKA DEL SUR                                      


but                                                                                                    



      we  might
          make love
in


                        NYC




then, it shld. be                                                 
Real                                                                                        
LOVE, if we knew                                                  
what it was/ I'm sorry                                                        
he's not here: to                                                     
enjoy the                                                        

marvelous teaching                       
&                                                                             
to  hang                                                       
                       out
                                       again.


In Caracas (1999) NN said we didn't even know what love was



*








For
a week I dress in
white, every day wash
clothes at the BAR– the beautiful
lady fr. Mexico is a Shaman — running
naked she looked like a
girl (or bird)


Naked Guru–So linked to
him in this birth,
why?



*








A
thought abt.
Michaux– How he
used the Poetic Passion
to empty his MIND. He used
Everything he did to this end–
like a DC pa, going

beyond
limits.



*








fr. a letter...



Slept
in adobe hut/ really an
elegant villa, at least according
to the standards here, I felt somewhat
out of place but

ENJOYED

sleeping
(even) alone
in 
      a

                             hammock.



*








By the sea/
Master in the waves
Nothing has any
sense,
                 at
                            all,

still
very sad abt. D.
my parents — not
possible to
relate
 to
                        Rimpoche—

He's
here to realize
Rainbow Body — not
to comfort
                         students.



*








I dance Song of Vajra & sleep beneath stars but
only feel agitation inside



*








My
only 'happiness'
at this retreat is
a cup of green tea at
the sea

                in
                     the
                                         morning



*








"In general
we have passions
&
we experience sensations
thru the five senses.

This shld. not distract or condition us.
If we are not conditioned
by them their vibrations or functions remain
&
the five passions are called wisdoms.

In Lhundrub
instead of visualizing, we integrate movement
w.the state of contemplation
so movement acquires an immense value.

If you manage
to relax completely, w/o having any more problems
w. the thoughts that arise
&
if they become like waves
appearing & disappearing
in their own condition.

Lhagtong
is equivalent to the recognition
that movement is part of our energy."



This passage is from The Four Contemplations of the Semde by Namkhai Norbu, translated by the poet.


*








The
moon disappears
behind clouds at
dawn on the
Island
         of
                                  Margarita


Saddened
the 3 cows, the
docile cows guard
the road & depart as I
appear,

Here
it's all pigs, cocks,
cows, & in the sea, Pelicans—
& yellow birds–Are these
the master's future
disciple
or
           the
                                    previous
                                     ones?



*








It's 9 am
the practitioners are submerged
they look like gopis
out
              there

*

Am
I in the water
because I'm writing
abt. 
           it?



*








All
the time, the bliss
state, radiating. Is it the sun or the Master?
spreading all this
warmth?

"A light in the time of Darkness"
he
                       announced.



*








The
old quiet dog,
the sick one, the mad walker,
my brother,
                      all pass

all passes, this
                              single


  Day.



*








The
Island                                                                   
of                                                                                            
Margarita                                                                    
is                                                  
today                         
  mourning,


Earth Air Water & Fire
all feel,

      the
                       Master

w. the large Belly &
hidden power

              is
                                  gone.



*








Left
alone the Birds
                                sing
& fill my thoughts,
annihilate
                                my
                                                     'thoughts'
old Sea. Dense Air,

above my gaze, floating
float into space

blue white

as
if I am falling
                                                        into
BLUE, space is
                                                         moving

upward. You can not
say I am less

 deceptive

or
          that

                     I AM









"I am that I am" UNDONE
The chords. I am floating/ yr.
ignorance is mine. No
         anger was
                                      appeased.


I forgot I had a body when
the clear blue sky
was a Movie
I was
          watching.
fr. Mid–Air or Mid–Stream

or?



*








Divino
was the perfect
re–entry pt. diamond in
ears, braided hair

at first, I thought he was
a groovy
      black
                girl:

chubby & kind.

(Wheeling me around, he started talking abt. 'his' girlfriend
she was an 'older woman'/ that itself
                                                         was
                                                                                 comforting


Amerika/ N. Amerika

                                                                                                                                  seems so


               PLASTIC.   I hate
the industrial noises — after
the wind, birds & fire.



*








I
wonder how these
airplanes fly & why
I get sick
in
             them...?



I
can't stand
these PROGRAMMED
voices/ as if a human
voice was not a
                    Natural
                                     Instrument.


for
attuning

...                         body

                                         speech

                                                       mind.



*








So                                                                                     

far                                                               

    you didn't 'fuck me'... I've been
 in this filthy city for

   5 days & you
     more or less

      ignore


                           me.



*








"It's all about fucking"
says Philip.


Marie de France, whose work
in Latin, influenced, even Dante Aligheri,
Wow. Was she

    "Bele amie, si es de mus
   Ne vus sanz mei ne mei sanz vus"


ROMANTIC.



*








I
admire the
non-dual women,

of                                  
           the
8-12TH centuries

Tho, according to street astrologer – in Soho
I am not supposed to LIVE like
women of


                                1000 yrs. ago

I wld. like to attain
what they
                        DID.



*








Altho                            

O. & I did
not make love or because
we didn't I awoke
in a state

of

                      BLISS



*








Especially
charming the Swiss
lady who lived in
Corte Real
w.
1 black raven,
1 black horse, 1  black wolf & 1 black snake


The
villagers thought she was strange/ then
she got married & was socially
acceptable. tho of course
RARE,

The
villagers gave her
the black horse, the black raven, the black snake & the black wolf
then thought she was
strange because

she had them.
      


*








The
'guru' fever

has                                                                                          
hit...I'm a
                       nice
girl                                                             

again                                                                                                                   

                                                            I don't have

to write                                                                                                                           
anymore                                                                                               
                                                                      poems. I
came back to the

primordial                                                                                     


SOUND
                          of
                                      the
                                                         greater




      Tide & Sea.



*








addenda


THE
CRAZY WISDOM Colors
at the sea in Sagaroza — the great
conversation abt. the royal
family of Monaco
w.
a native fr. the place.

after days of austere teachings—
I cld.
not describe the sunset
even
         if
          I
                        tried...



O bandit boy who knew the stories of Margarita
& the clouds purple & a very soft pink.


*

JOSE....LA JOSELIN
(nb. Jose's poem/ Casa Veija. Pedro Gonzales)



*








fr. a journal

It's a holiday in Venezuela/ yesterday the military killed
according to the 'media' 11 people, according to someone who
works in a hospital at least 30 people died there
participating in a pacifist
demonstration

but

for the people of the island,
it's the festival of Pedro Gonzales & there's a
high energy in the air—
paper flowers/ on doors, fences, trees...shrines, everywhere.
I took a thousand photos/ post cards of the place...
no one will ever see
my body feels
very alive.

It was so beautiful to swim
far out to sea w. Rimpoche... I felt all silk & vibrant,
then the simple people here,
somehow made me very
'high'.

The
teachings are very beautiful, this time—
I needed them. If only I cld. communicate to D., the
dynamic aspect of Samatabadra/Samatabadri, or help him break out of his passivity. Nothing like that can be forced, of course & also he has to want it/ I guess I have to be very loving
to myself, recovering fr.
my mothers death (my father's earth)

In
this bliss w. Rimpche,
I feel I can see them by establishing my state



*








"This time once you have written down the entire text
of
The Main Point of View Beyond the Conceptual Mind
properly it is important that you teach it on
Margarita Island
to your devoted students before any other Longsal Teachings."

How are the conditions for the spreading
of the teachings of Samatabadra
on Margarita Island?

"Totally perfect" she replied.*



Notes:


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Louise Landes LeviLouise Landes Levi is a poet, translator and musician. Her works include translations of Rene Daumal's RASA Essays on Indian Aesthetics, Sweet on My Lips: the Love Poems of Mirabai; and her own poetry books: Guru Punk, Avenue A and Ninth Street, and Don't Fuck with The Airlines. Photograph by Ira Cohen.

The author thanks, above all, Longchen Rolpai Dorje for the extraordinary teachings he gave on Margarita Island, for his permission to receive these teachings, and for the dream she received as invitation to them.