Read via our bio link @sriavinashdo Master Sri Avinash reflects on the greatness of Milarepa and the impact he had on his own life and path to enlightenment. "Milarepa lived around 900 years ago and he is revered by Tibetans as one of the greatest Masters to ever live. The first time I read ‘The Life of Milarepa’ it was in a bookshop. I’d heard about the book so I went there in the morning and started reading it. I don’t know if I was reading more or crying more! I was sitting on the lounge in the bookshop, and my tears came as I read. I put my head down and wiped my eyes because I didn’t want to show other people I was crying in the bookshop. Then I read more, and then I cried more. I sat in that bookshop reading for maybe eight hours. And when the bookshop was about to close I had around 50 pages more to read. I thought, “Oh, I’ll come back and read it tomorrow...” But five minutes before they closed, I felt I just had to finish it. So I bought the book, went home and that night I finished reading it. One thing I really love about Milarepa was his sense of ordinariness. He had a family, he had family problems with his mum and relatives. He was a good son, innocently following his mum’s instructions. He was ordinary."... Continue reading 👇 🙏 Follow our bio link @sriavinashdo https://www.sriavinash.org/the-life-of-milarepa/ . . . #MasterSriAvinash #LifeofMilarepa #spiritualinspiration #selfmastery #aimforthehighest #spiritualgoal #SriAvinash #SpiritualMaster #Marpa #MarpaLotsawa #JetsunMilarepa #TsangnyonHeruka #Milarepa #TibetanMasters #loveall #praytogod #reincarnation #bodhisattva #Spiritualheritage #enlightenment #enlightenedbeings #Spiritualpath #meditatedaily #innerpeace #spiritualseeker #serveall #spiritualendurance #spiritualwealth #awarenesspractice #spiritualmastery
‘Milarepa in the Halo’ (detail). Tibet, 16/17th century. ☸️ Donate Today! #har #himalayan #himalayanart #himalayanartresources #tibet #tibetanart #buddhism #buddhistart #tsangnyonheruka #milarepa #repousse
" #TheLifeofMilarepa" by #TsangnyonHeruka is an enthralling journey through the life of #Milarepa, a Tibetan figure celebrated for his transformation from #vengeance-seeker to #enlightened soul. Set against the majestic #Himalayas, the book paints a vivid portrait of Milarepa's early struggles and his dark turn towards revenge. Guided by a #spiritual master, he undergoes a profound inner journey, facing #solitude and #challenges that lead him to profound wisdom. With a blend of adventure and spiritual insight, this biography encapsulates Milarepa's inspiring path from turmoil to enlightenment, leaving readers uplifted and contemplative. #TaraBooksDhaka #tarabooksbanani #DhakaRead
A reading list for the rest of summer and probably early-to-mid autumn Blavatsky: The Key to Theosophy HPB’s final major work before her death, an outline of the central ideas of Theosophy in the form of questions and answers. Blavatsky: Esoteerit ohjeet I, II & III A collection of HPB's instructions for the Esoteric Section of the Theosophical Society. The Inner Group Teachings of H.P. Blavatsky A collection of HPB’s teachings to her personal students, taken from the notebook of one of the students. Ervast: Vuorisaarna Pekka Ervast’s commentary on the Sermon on the Mount Heruka: The Life of Milarepa A beloved tale of the life of the Tibetan saint Milarepa, which can be approached from multiple different levels. Jinpa: Mind Training A large collection of Tibetan texts of mind training or lojong, which are designed to cultivate thoughts and emotions such as compassion, love, forbearance and perseverance. Nefastos: Saatana - Maailman pelastaja A catechism of occult Satanism in the form of a dialogue in the form of 150 questions and answers, with a number of additional writings. Yeshe: Introduction to Tantra Lama Thubten Yeshe’s book on Buddhist Tantra. #nowreading #helenablavatsky #pekkaervast #tsangnyonheruka #milarepa #thuptenjinpa #johannesnefastos #lamathubtenyeshe #occultism #theosophy #tibetanbuddhism #vajrayanabuddhism #buddhism #lojong #satanism #occultsatanism #buddhisttantra #tantra #occultliterature #books #bookstagram #lautsikkamystic
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
' The Song of the Snow ' On this auspicious, glorious day, You male and female benefactors who welcome me with prostrations, Along with myself, the yogi Milarepa: We didn’t perish, and have met. Oh how joyful! I’m an old man with a treasury of songs, So I’ll answer your query of my health with this tune; Listen carefully with focused, attentive minds. At the very end of the tiger year And at the beginning of the year of the hare, On the full moon of the Wagyal month, Disillusioned with the things of samsara, I went seeking a secluded retreat In the remote pastures of the Lachi snowy range. The land and sky conferred together And sent down a messenger, a strong wind. With the elements of water and wind astir, Black southern clouds gathered in front. The sun and moon were put into prison. The twenty-eight constellations were strung on a wire. The eight planets were put into shackles by edict. The great Milky Way was tethered down. The morning star was completely wrapped in mist. Wind with sleet blew, and finally, Snow fell for nine days and nine nights; With the days and nights together totaling eighteen. The big flakes were big; they fell like thick layers of wool, Like birds in flight that plummet down. The small flakes were small; they fell like tiny wheels, Like bees flying around, then dropping down. Other small flakes the size of mustard seeds and beans, Lumped together and fell like balls of sleet. Snow fell in more sizes than one could count. […] more on the Facebook page [ Quotes from Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche. Text excerpt from Tsangnyon Heruka, translated by Christopher Stagg. ] -- size: 77' 3/4" x 37' 1/2" (195 x 95 cm) | mixed media on canvas (painting, drawing, shodo, collage...) @carolinemaby @car_l___m___ #milarepa #chogyamtrungpa #dharmaart #buddhistart #kagyu #marpa #tilopa #naropa #trungpa #tsangnyonheruka #tibet #tibetanbudhism #mindfulart #zenart
Langue : ANG Titre : The life of Milarepa Format : Grand Format, Couverture Souple État : Acceptable (page légèrement gondolées dans le coin, sans trace, photos supplémentaires possible) Prix : 11DT Nbre pages : 262 Synopsis : The Life of Milarepa is one of the most beloved stories of the Tibetan people and a great literary example of the contemplative life. This biography, a dramatic tale from a culture now in crisis, can be read on several levels. A personal and moving introduction to Tibetan Buddhism, it is also a detailed guide to the search for liberation. It presents a quest for purification and buddhahood in a single lifetime, tracing the path of a great sinner who became a great saint. It is also a powerfully evocative narrative, full of magic, miracles, suspense, and humor, while reflecting the religious and social life of medieval Tibet. -------------------------------------------------------------- ✨ Livraison à DOMICILE possible sur toute la Tunisie ✨ -------------------------------------------------------------- . . . . . #thelifeofmilarepa #tsangnyonheruka #bookseller #bouquiniste #bookstore #bookshelf #ventelivres #livres #books #tunisianbooklover #tunisianbookstagrammer #tunisianbooks #livresque #livreaddiction #bibliophile #lecture #livrestagram #livreaddict #instalivre #lectureencours #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #bookaholic #booklover #bookaddict #bookworm #instabook #bookrecommendations
O som do trovão, embora ensurdecedor, é inofensivo; o arco-íris, apesar das suas cores cintilantes, não dura; Este mundo, embora pareça agradável, é como um sonho; os prazeres dos sentidos, embora agradáveis acabam por levar a desilusão. #jetsunmilarepa #tsangnyonheruka @pensamentos_de_uma_vida @pensamentos_positivos_01 @pensa_mentosmotivacionais @rumipoesia @pensamentosdobhudda #astrologypost #pensamentospositivos #pensamentosinspiradores
Langue : ANG Titre : The life of Milarepa (first published 1488) Format : Grand Format, Paperback État : Acceptable (pages légèrement gondolées) Prix : 12DT Nbre pages : 262 Synopsis : -------------------------------------------------------------- ✨ Livraison à DOMICILE possible sur toute la Tunisie ✨ -------------------------------------------------------------- Trouvez nous sur FB : Groupe : https://www.facebook.com/groups/sflivress . . . . . #thelifeofmilarepa #tsangnyonheruka #bookseller #bouquiniste #sflivres #tunisianbookstagrammer #livresque #livreaddiction #bibliophile #bookstagrammer #bookstagram #booklife #bookmania #bookinsta #readallthebooks #readerofinstagram #reader #reading #bookaddiction #booknerd #bookaholic #booklove #booklover #bookandcoffe
Tsangnyön Heruka གཙང་སྨྱོན་ཧེ་རུ་ཀ་ (1452-1507) was an author and a master of the Kagyu school of Tibetan Buddhism. He was from Tsang and was considered a nyönpa, hence his name—Tsangnyön. A nyönpa or "religious madman", is one whose eccentric ways of life of retreat, asceticism, or who had otherwise what many might consider as strange behaviors, were considered signs of spiritual realization. Pictured second here, Tsangnyön Heruka is best known as the biographer and compiler of the “Life of Milarepa” and “The Collections of Songs of Milarepa”, both exceedingly popular classics of Tibetan literature. The first and third picture here, show a recent publication that includes research on this “Madman of Tsang” by David M. DiValerio's titled “The Holy Madmen of Tibet” (published by Oxford University Press, 2015). • • • #kagyu #tsangnyonheruka #nyonpa #heruka #karmakagyu #milarepa #chod #yogi #yogini #holymadmenoftibet #dharmabook #dharmabooks #vajrayana #buddhistbooks #bookstagram #book #history #tibet #dharma #damaru #mahamudra #dzogchen #buddhadharma #photography #bnw #bnwphotography #photo #buddhadhamma #budismo #buddhism @oxford_uni @oxunipress @oxforduniversitypressin
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