Like the brilliant gem of the northern sky,

Firmest in the firmament of three times,

Holder of crescent and the lotus of quintessence in his heart,

Invincible and omnipotent one,

That has no wisdom yet has transcended all wisdom,

Bosom with that of cosmic love and of a dove,

Amidst the darkness so grinning and firm resides the brightest star,

Peacocks and clarions cry at the precious hour of his inception so benign,

His name bears all the words in the lexicon of all civilizations,

All sounds around the world and universe assimilated together makes his voice so divine,

Enchanting nature has bestowed him with all beauties so perfectly borne,

One who is beyond time waits for me at the garden of love at 5 pm sharp,

He has a DNA that of the truth of the universe and rides the vehicle of time,

Earth, water, fire, space and air all the constituents which he bears.

To deliver ignorance is his game and a perfect setter of the labyrinth so complex,

Triumphant me is rewarded with the secret of the truth of his breathe,

Valley, mountain, stream or the minaret at top the Sinai, I can have a rendezvous everywhere,

My imperfection gets drowned in his perfection like the copper merges with pure gold to become one,

Every hour under the bright sun and the brilliant moon his scintillating presence protects me from all interferences,

During the hours of copulation with my wisdom even stars find it difficult to peep with their sharp light into my moments of our ecstasy so cosmical ,

I get attuned to all the great essence of the cosmos and decode the root of my own creation,

The knowledge of my creation is lost forever, the history of my creation would not ever exist,

I am completely and perfectly in my great love that I am far away from all roots and cause.

Such is my lover so great above all as he is the essence of everything and all.

By Karma Arnab Jinpa Losel ,28^th april,2012

strewn with the precious gems of cosmic origin,
the firmament looks like a glimmering bride,
the darkness resembles the siyah e chasm of that eternal beauty,
that induces me witnessing the most exquisite dream,
warmth of the glorious eternal akeel transform the space above
into a perfect blue dome of inexpressible volume,
the dove overburdened with cosmic passion of pure compassion,
rises from its dreamy slumber and drinks from that vast valley of love’s
ambrosia amidst my bosom,
christened with that divine feeling maddend in the ishq haqiqi,
flies to traverse around the glorious prince of shambala,
to find out that deceit’s makam,
foolish dove is one the way traversing the volumeless love,
it traverses all day and night to find itself only in despair,
a strike of quintessence brightens up to understand his love,
it soared to limitless height and to the deep chasm of the eternal void,
with complete non dwelling in perfect emptiness of pure compassion,
it lost its identity even being simultaneously aware of it,
it lost all its vicious thought and virtuous wisdom in the flight,
mirror on the wall of the sky just expounded clarity of its mind,
everything tormented it to be calmed down by the unescaping voidness at the same time,
nothing restricted it nothing left it free,it just dwelt in the state bearing only the image of his almighty
LOVE.
by Karma Arnab Jinpa Losel,22nd april,2012

enjoy the bright sun and the balmy breeze of this spring time,
make the bosom feel light and prepare for a cosmic flight,
rise aloft the peaks of the world to make you more sublime,
the mind is vacant and the setting is perfect to shed all the afflictions so imperfect,
drop the wings and get enlightened! :)
by Karma Arnab Jinpa Losel,10th April,12

i want to get my body covered

by the body of my love,

kiss him mostly passionately on the earth,

hug him so tight as if we are inseparably bound,

let me feel that essence of oneness so divine

let his exhaled air fill me with vitality,

let it unleash my psychic nodes to spirituality,

let us both feel that essence of eternal ecstasy,

let the essence of that kind of love ravish us of all our mortal senses,

let us still feel that love without any perception of our senses,

let that faint gloom of the yonder star at the northern sky be a witness

to our firmness in all infirmity of this ephemeral world of passions,

let that glorious matchmaker of the Cantonese myth garland us with

the title of everlasting love,

let the golden beam of glorious sun seem like a sea of divine nectar of compassion

fill in us,

let that the call of the yon nightingale on the  blossomed peach bough

be a whisper of my loves incantation in my ear,

let us feel that essence of unbiased essence of immortal love,

let that be a gamy of the microcosm with macrocosm,

let us decipher our true roots together at the feet of the almighty so full of love.

By Karma Arnab Jinpa Losel,7^th april,12

Bodhi Raja of Ngandzong asked to Milarepa:

“… Revered Master, I beg you to tell us if you are the incarnation of a Buddha or a Bodhisattva.”

The Master replied:

“I never heard whose incarnation I am.  Maybe I am the incarnation of a being from the lower three realms, but if you see me as Buddha you will receive his blessings by virtue of your faith.  Although this belief that I am an incarnation springs from your devotion to me, actually there is no greater impediment to your practice.  It is a distortion of the true Dharma.  The fault lies in not recognizing the true nature of the achievement of great yogins.

The Dharma is so effective that even a great sinner like myself has reached a stage not far from Enlightenment due to my belief in karma, my subsequent renunciation of the aims of worldly life, and due, especially to my single-minded devotion to the Dharma….”

“Whoever wholeheartedly believes in karma and dreads the suffering of the lower realms, a great longing for illumination will arise in him.  This will lead him to devote himself to a lama, to meditation, and to maintaining a deeper insight.  It is possible for very ordinary man to persevere as I have done. To consider a man of such perseverance as the reincarnation of a Buddha or as a Bodhisattva is a sign of not believing in the short path.  Put your faith in the great law of cause and effect.  Contemplate the lives of the enlightened teachers; reflect upon karma, the misery of the cycle of existence, the true value of human life, and not knowing the hour of death. Devote yourselves to the practice of the Vajrayana….”

“Follow my example with your whole heart.”

“Life of Milarepa” translated by Lobsang P. Lhalungpa.

Chilly northern winds deliberately pierces my soul to cool down my volcano of passions,

for i am a bereaved one mourning for my love lost to none,

the soul cools down to make itself fly high but this wretched heavy body makes me to suffer the overflowing brook of uncared from my nasal chamber,

oh! How happy i would have felt if i could have flied with it to the heavens high but i am now tugged between the luring words of my soul and poor cries of my body.

the sun rays kisses the great shores of mirth and pure joy and brandishes me to be fool for i am tugged in a situation under my control,

i summon my soul back to stay with the body and offers wings to my mind to fly to Elysee

……dedicated to you written my me,wish you a very good morning and pleasant day ahead:)

30th 0ct,11

My vacant heart does not find anything vibrant in life,

years of toil to tie a macrame in love has gone in vain,

every dark night has a bright beginning but i always find the khwabgah of my bosom an empty chamber without my lover around,

rose beds,exotic birds,scented fountains dominate the landscape around but the vitality is no more there,

oh!i keep wailing whole day singing the lore of love,for my eyes speaks none nowadays as they have lost all the tears,

oh! The beautiful moon is bright and up in the sky,the bestower of divine soma,

i wish to get drink a drop of divine ambrosia to get ravished and churned by the wisdom of my intellectual husband,

oh!my marriage bed is no more empty and nature all around sounds with full gaiety,

for i am now always happy in the arms of my eternal lover so mighty….by Arnab 31 oct,11

Oh! My flute player, why does not you blow the sublime air from your passionate bosom,

let your ruddy lips resembling that of the rich peaches from Kashmir valley kiss the divine flute so great,

for i am the glorious and moody muse is impatient to be invoked into your flute,

is mad in love staring you neglecting my work all day,

all the bards of passion and politics are angry at their unaccomplished airy mansions,

for i only want to be with you as you are complete in all sorts to passion and never evoke me to make an airy mansion,

i crave for you day a night,and this is a scarlet letter of my palpitating bosom,

for i am your song and you are the lyrics and the tune,

for i am the water and you the brook,

for i am the sky and you the heaven,

for i am the spell you are the conjuror, invoke mighty soul.invoke me in your all habits and soul,

i am just yours and forever yours….just for You :) 31 oct,11