29. More about Love

Dear friends and family —

Let's be HAPPY!!!
from the Seattle Gay Pride Parade

I pray this day in your life finds you in good health, loving the precious life you've been given. I'm taking it easy at my Ease Cafe—my favorite garden office. This is a day off from days of working on my own garden, behind my house. It will be fabulous when I get it all together. This morning I bought more rainbow-colored little fish to put in my numerous water gardens - many water lily's are blooming. I'm extremely happy doing the work and watching as it evolves. 

I continue to be passionate about sharing my two loves  — my novel Shambala - The Path to Paradise, and the most perfect life-building/sustaining food in the world, BioLumina. Please don't hesitate if you hear the little inner voice that urges you to help in any way you can.  Sometimes it's not about what you have time to do, but who you know.

While I was writing Shambala I knew that one day I would have to put together the companion book, Many Gods, One Heart. Below is another Shamar story from that book.

Seattle street art

ps. I have lots of photo's. Here's a few that don't fit anywhere.

Shamar Story  . . .

St. Benedicts Catholic Church - Anchorage, Alaska
Back in 1980, my ex-wife Sara and I did the whole church in stained glass
(this is the whole side of the church)

Shamar lived in a small village near Lhasa, in eastern Tibet. His parents wanted him to be a monk, who would one day achieve greatness as a high lama. They sent him to a monastery when he was eight years old. Shamar liked being a monk . . . he had many friends, the food was good and he was happy. He learned how to read and write and memorized many sutras. During the first four years he could not imagine living a life outside of the monastery.

The very first Starbucks - Seattle (just for chuckles)

But everything changed when Shamar was around twelve. He couldn’t stop thinking about girls. He would sit for hours in meditation. Breathe in and breathe out. He would recite the sutras and chant the mantras . . . and think of girls. By the time he was eighteen he knew that he would have to leave the monastery, and somehow satisfy his longing and desire to lay with a young woman . . . or two. 

Chiang Mai stupa -
needed to balance with the Starbuck's photo

In the years to come Shamar continued to study, for his lessons from a most high master, whom he simply called Teacher, were a most important part of his life. Teacher taught Tibetan Buddhism, the Hindu philosophy, as well as the Bon, Jain and Christian religions. Since Teacher didn’t exactly encourage a sexual life for Shamar, he often sought counsel from a shaman medicine woman whom he called Mother, although she wasn’t his mother. It was she who encouraged the young man to be with as many women as his heart desired; to love the divine feminine in each of them, just as Krishna had loved Radha.  

From a piece of American art

The follow is one of the poems that Shamar wrote after a night of love:

Magnificent goddess

 Limbs entwined . . . 

Dancing in my heart.

As you are, as I am:

Free to love,

As I . . .

Poised in your radiance:

An attended passion; a fire glow.

The frontiers of my being,

have awakened,

I am . . . 

Thai temple goddess

True to my being, you are:  

A merging, a recognition, a oneness;

Our affinity realized,

In surrender,

We are, will you . . . 

  

Stay with me a while longer?

Dance in my heart,

Until the morning sun caresses us.

In love we will welcome another day; satisfied,

Then we will . . .

Dance in the streets--

Our oneness still flowing

Alive we will, still be glowing:

As you are, as . . .

I am:

                                           Free to love.

With all my love,  David Dakan Allison

  Om Tare Tuttare Ture Soha