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Yulokod
The Pure Realm Of Tara |
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Yulokod - The Pure Realm of Tara Mandala |
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I came to a place where the entire country was verdant wherever I looked, beautiful and vividly clear, a marvelous enviornment with many extraordinary features. Pavilions of five-coloured rainbow light hovered in the sky. Many kinds of flowers and lotuses grew everywhere. Here there was no concept of summer or winter. The wish granting trees were in full leaf, and from the words of Buddhadharma in the Sanskrit language, such as Namo arya tare mam. Birds that were emanations of the Noble Lady-sparrows, ducks, peacock, cranes, parrots, grouse, cuckoos, and swans, played everywhere. The land was filled with wealth and prosperity gems. Everywhere were pools of nectar endowed with eight fine qualities and elegantly appointed bathhouses made of precious jewels.
All of the inhabitants were born miraculously from the hearts of lotuses. In no future lifetimes would they hear unpleasant or discordant sound. Those dwelling there were bodhisattvas who had attained high levels of realization. This place surpassed the limits of imagination; its size could not be measured. It contained thousands of immeasurable mansions fashioned of the five precious substances.
of magical and marvelous appearance, having the power to liberate beings in four ways. The very moment I entered it, I awoke from deep sleep of ordinary rational consiousness and was free of the veils of ignorance. The inner vision of my prisitine awareness expanded, and I experienced a surge of love and compassion.
green, chanted the praises to the twenty-one forms of Tara in the Sanskrit tongue. Occaisionally, they played small finger cymbals, golden hand drums, and drums made of sandalwood, ebony, "serpents heart" wood, and four kinds of heart wood, as well as cymbals, gongs and flutes. They frequently punctuated their chant with music performed on this inconceivable variety of instruments. Upon hearing them. I felt an unimaginable sense of devotion; I made many offering praises with my mind.
saw that the five layered walls were made of conch shell, gold, coral, emerald, and sapphire, all with friezes of ruby. The pillars and columns were made of red pearl, the main roof beams of quartz crystal, and the rafters were made of gems to illuminate the interior. Atop a cornice of gold was a pediment of coral, supporting a bluish green vault of tourquoise. Melodious music from chimes on the roof top resounded taking away the suffering of those in the lower realms. The fragrant scent of incense of the immeasurable attitudes wafted about. There were fine displays of unimaginably lovely offerings.
petals and a moon disk seat, was the only refuge, the very embodiment of compassion, the sublime mother of all the victorious ones of the three times, the sister of the bodhisattvas, she whom both those in the human world and those in the heavens worship with the crowns of their heads touched to the soles of her feet. The goddess who born from the tears of the Exalted One, the noble Tara herself.
turquoise fit by a thousand suns. Infinite rays of light shone from her form, which was adorned with major and minor marks of perfection. Her body was that of a youthful maiden sixteen years of age, clad in garments made from the silk of the gods adorned with immeasurably valuable ornaments of precious wish-fufilling gems. Her hair was shiny jet black, half of her tresses bound up in a topknot and with ribbons of blue green silk that fluttered in the breeze. With her left hand in the gesture symbolizing the Three Jewels, she held the stem of a blue lotus, the petals of which bloomed next to her ear. With her right hand she held the gesture of granting refuge. She, Tara, Mother of all Buddha's sheltered all beings from the limitless fears of this confused world of cyclic existence. She held her two legs half-crossed in the posture of a feminine bodhisattva.
also many varied manifestations of Tara herself. All were distinctly visible but without the aggregates of flesh and blood. They appeared as illusory forms of pristine awareness, a magical display manifesting in myriad of ways. I saw them in all their scintillating brilliance, like stars and planets reflected in the vast ocean.
experienced for a time an unimaginable sense of cosmic order. From Tibet
shelter of the blooming lotus of faith."
Delog Dawa Drolma A revered Lama, Dakini, & Delog From Tibet circa 1925 |
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