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  • A Glimpse of Rigpa: The True Nature of Our Mind

    A Glimpse of Rigpa: The True Nature of Our Mind

    Yesterday Rinpoche gave me the simple instruction: to keep my thoughts in the room.
    As I practiced, the winds of memory and worry fell quiet, and what remained was a stillness like a pond untouched by breeze. In that moment I glimpsed the unity of ordinary and pristine mind—waves arising, yet nothing but ocean.

    Beloved Rinpoche,

    I write with gratitude for the instruction you gave yesterday, which opened a new door for me into the experience of Rigpa. Your words were simple, yet carried such profound kindness: to keep my thoughts in the room.

    As I sat in meditation, I followed your guidance. Thoughts about the ceiling, the plants, the breath, even the quiet pulse of tinnitus—all of these belonged to the room. They could be held gently within awareness without struggle. But when thoughts drifted toward memories of the past, or worries of the future, or stories beyond this room, I could see them clearly as outside. And so, with care, I let them go and returned to what was here.

    This way of practicing felt so different—so much more tender. Instead of wrestling with ordinary mind, I could simply remain rooted in this space, in this moment. And in that resting, the movements of the mind, the vrittis and pratyayas, began to settle of their own accord. Like a pond no longer stirred by wind, a natural stillness revealed itself. Within that stillness, I began to glimpse what you have pointed to again and again: the open clarity of pure awareness.

    In that glimpse, awareness shone with very little disturbance. An “I” was still present, but the usual fluctuations of thought were momentarily quiet, allowing the stillness of pure awareness to appear directly. To rest, even briefly, in that clarity was both humbling and wondrous.

    I could sense then that ordinary mind and pristine mind are not two separate realities, but two sides of the same coin. The waves of thought arise, yet they are nothing other than ocean. The ordinary shines as the pristine. To realize this in a living way, even if for only a moment, fills me with wonder and gratitude.

    Rinpoche, I bow in thanks for this precious instruction. It has shown me that Rigpa is not distant or hidden, but present in the immediacy of the room, in the simple presence of what is. May I return to this again and again, and may this glimpse ripen into lasting recognition.

    And may whatever merit arises from this glimpse and this practice be dedicated to the benefit of all beings everywhere. May it ease suffering, open hearts, and become a cause for the enlightenment of all sentient beings throughout time and space.

    With devotion and gratitude,
    Richard

    🙏✨️💛✨️🙏

    If you would like to learn more about the teachings of Orgyen Chowang Rinpoche and explore Dzogchen practice in greater depth, you can visit his website at pristinemind.org.

    In this talk at Google, Rinpoche offers instruction and a guided meditation based on his book Our Pristine Mind: A Practical Guide to Unconditional Happiness. He introduces a unique form of meditation called Pristine Mind meditation and explains how cultivating a Pristine Mind can transform every aspect of our lives.

    By resting gently in the fullness of the present moment, allowing the mind to settle naturally, and recognizing its luminous, pristine nature, one opens to profound serenity and enduring contentment.

  • 🌌 Where All Directions Bow to Stillness

    🌌 Where All Directions Bow to Stillness

    A Gaze Beyond the Gaze: In the spirit of sky-gazing

    Lie back beneath the vaultless dome,
    Let clouds drift by like thoughts unknown.
    Release the mind, release the name,
    No watcher here, no self to claim.

    Let sky be sky, and mind be wide,
    No grasping hand, no need to guide.
    Just openness, so vast, so clear—
    What you are looking from is here.

    Into the Mystic

    At the very top of the world, if one were to sit in silence at the North Pole, something curious happens. The compass loses its ordinary song. North, so long held as our guide, vanishes beneath your feet. South radiates in every direction. East and West dissolve—not into chaos, but into the poetry of motion. Clockwise becomes East, counterclockwise becomes West. And you, the still point, are held at the axis where meaning begins to soften.

    This is not just a geographic curiosity. It is a mirror of the mind.

    In the Dzogchen tradition, we are invited to rest not merely in the knowing mind (sems), but in that which knows mind itself—sems nyid, the nature of mind. It is not something we manufacture through effort, nor something distant to be attained. It is nearer than near, always already present—like Polaris in the night sky, unmoving, while all else revolves.

    To sit at the North Pole and gaze upward is to dwell at a kind of worldly axis mundi, a symbol of rigpa, the primordial knowing that does not grasp, does not fabricate. From this point, every direction—every thought, every emotion, every arising—moves outward as “South”: the play of relative reality (kun rdzob), full of beauty, full of sorrow, full of form. But the upward gaze, the still recognition of what-is, lifts us toward don dam, the ultimate view.

    It is not about choosing one over the other. Dzogchen does not ask us to abandon the world or reject the compass. Rather, it invites us to see clearly—to understand that East and West only appear when we begin to walk. That what we call “direction” arises with perception. That what we call “self” arises with identification. And when we rest, utterly still, not pushing, not naming—we begin to recognize what has always been there.

    The pristine mind

    Pure like the Pole Star. Silent like the snow. Empty of essence, yet luminous with love.

    Here, the relative view—the dance of thoughts and roles and rotating worlds—becomes the compassionate display of awareness itself. And the absolute view is not elsewhere. It is this, ungrasped, unspoiled, ever-present.

    The moment we stop insisting on where we are going, we arrive.

    And from that still place, compassion flows—not as a moral stance, but as a natural warmth. Wisdom arises—not as accumulation, but as clarity. Loving-kindness becomes the language of space itself. We begin to see, not through the eyes of effort, but through the vision of what the Tibetans call lhun grub: spontaneously present, effortless, free.

    Let us walk, then, not to reach a place, but to circle gently like the sun, like the stars, around the stillness at the center. Let us live our days as if the compass rose were etched in light upon our hearts. Let us love without needing direction, forgive without needing map.

    At Earth’s bright peak where compass spins,
    “Up” becomes where silence begins.
    Polaris keeps her vigil there—
    a lantern hung in starry air.

    And you, dear traveler, have never been far from it.
    Even now, it calls you home.

    🙏🕊🙏

  • Into the Mystic: The Universal Presence Behind All Paths

    Into the Mystic: The Universal Presence Behind All Paths

    There is a timeless pull within the human heart, a pull that mystics across the ages have followed into realms beyond words. At the heart of their journeys, in every tradition, is a shared glimpse of something infinite and intimate, an essence that defies borders or labels. It’s been called by many names—Naked Awareness, Pure Presence, the Kingdom of Heaven within, and simply, I am. Despite the variations, the core is always the same: an invitation to touch the stillness at the center of our being, where all sense of separation quietly dissolves.

    Mystics across traditions—whether Buddhists, Christians, Sufis, or followers of Advaita—have left clues for us, each one pointing back to this same universal awareness. Tibetan Dzogchen, for instance, speaks of Naked Awareness, a mind so utterly clear and open that nothing need be added or removed. In this view, awareness is naturally luminous, like an open sky, vast and untouched by thoughts or concepts. The practice, if it can be called that, is simply to rest—free from striving, free from the need to grasp anything. It is awareness itself, just as it is.

    In the traditions of Advaita Vedanta, Ramana Maharshi posed the question, “Who am I?” Not to point to an answer but to turn us back to a sense of self beyond thoughts and identity. With each inquiry, the seeker’s attention is drawn back, away from thoughts and identities, into a place beyond all definition. This, he taught, is the Self, pure and indivisible—a silent, undivided presence.

    Christian mystics, too, found this universal ground within. “Be still and know that I am God,” whispers a line from the Psalms, urging a quieting of the mind so profound that the divine presence within each of us reveals itself. It is an invitation to encounter God not as an outside force, but as the very heart of our being—the unspoken “I am” beyond thought.

    Sufis describe this experience as a union with the Beloved, a love so profound that all sense of self dissolves. In Sufi poetry, God is the Beloved who lives within, waiting for the self to step aside so that the Divine can be known, not as separate, but as one with all that we are. Each of these traditions, in its way, guides us to an experience beyond the confines of self, into the space where awareness rests in itself, undivided.

    It is not so much a technique or practice as it is a gentle turning inward, a quieting, a surrendering into what has always been here. Let us pause for a moment. The words, after all, can only lead us to the door.

    Begin by finding a comfortable place to sit and close your eyes if that feels natural. Notice the rhythm of your breath and let yourself settle into the present moment. There is nothing to attain here, nothing to change. Let your breath rise and fall as it will, and simply allow yourself to be.

    Gradually, feel into your own presence, that simple sense of “I am.” Not your thoughts, not your sensations, but the awareness that notices them all. Rest in that sense of being here, alive, awake. There’s no need to go further than this. Let go of any sense of searching or effort; simply let your attention melt into the quiet space of awareness itself.

    If thoughts arise, there’s no need to push them away. You might notice them, perhaps softly wonder, “Who is aware of this thought?” Not to seek an answer, but to draw your attention back into the simple awareness that witnesses everything. Rest as that awareness, noticing how it is steady, quiet, and open, beyond anything the mind might hold onto.

    Here, in this openness, lies the mystery that mystics across all traditions have discovered. There is a silent presence here that does not come and go, even as everything else changes. It is the same presence that Dzogchen calls Naked Awareness, Advaita describes as the Self, and Christian mystics know as the divine within. This presence is universal, boundless, and utterly simple. It is the same awareness in everyone, untouched by belief or background.

    As you sit, allowing yourself to rest in this awareness, notice how it has no boundary, no form. It is the same in all beings, a shared presence connecting us all. In this stillness, you are already whole, already free, and deeply one with all. This is where all paths meet—an awareness, vast and simple, that is always here, waiting to be recognized as the essence of everything.

    And so, as we return to our day from this quiet place, we carry a reminder: that beyond every tradition and label, there is a shared, undivided presence—a timeless awareness that each of us holds within.

    🙏🕊️🙏