Biography of Douglas Penick
I graduated from Princeton University, was a research associate at the Museum of Modern Art in New York and at The Institute for Architecture and Urban Studies, and a chef at Gordon Matta Clark’s Food. I’ve studied and practiced Tibetan Buddhism for more than 30 years, and have written and taught on Tibetan, Chinese, Japanese, and Indian religion, history and culture. I wrote the National Film Board of Canada’s prize winning two part series on the Tibetan Book of the Dead (Leonard Cohen, narrator) and the libretti for two operas: King Gesar (Sony CD w/ Ma, Serkin, Ax et. al.) and Ashoka’s Dream (Santa Fe Opera) with composer, Peter Lieberson. I’ve also written pieces to music by Philip Glass, for choreographer Katsura Kan, and on commission from the New York Philharmonic, the Boulder Symphony, Denver Eclectic Concerts and others. I’m the author of three books deriving from the epic cycle on the life of King Gesar of Ling: Crossings on a Bridge of Light, Warrior Song of King Gesar and The Brilliance of Naked Mind. Short fiction, essays and poetry have appeared in Bombay Gin, The Shambhala Sun, Parabola, Porte Des Singes, Cahiers de L'Herne, Publishers Weekly and elsewhere. My novel A Journey of the North Star, a semi-finalist in the 211 ABNA, was brought out by Publerati this June.
Douglas Penick's Works:
Warrior Song of King Gesar - Mill City Press
Crossings on a Bridge of Light - Mill City Press
The Brilliance of Naked Mind - Mountain Treasury Press
Questioning Meditation - Kindle Direct
Journey of the North Star - Publerati
Douglas Penick Poems
Gesar Of Ling's Song On Winning The King...
SO Noble lords and ladies, brave warriors, Know me as I am, the one who has been foretold. It has been written in prophecies, and you know it in your hearts: I am Gesar, King of Ling,
Gesar Sings The Song Of His Childhood:
Mother, I have never known the world to be impure, So I have never had an enemy. Mother, because there has never been an enemy, My view is unmistaken. Mother, I have always cherished others' happiness before my own,
An Invocation To Gesar Of Ling
INVOCATION CALLING ON GESAR KING OF LING i Now when the virtues of the human realm
Gesar Of Ling's Songs Of Abandonment
SONGS OF ABANDONMENT (Gesar is lost in a blizzard and he sings this :)
Invoking The Great Protector, Vajrasadhu
The Roaring Laughter of the Innate which Deceives and Paralyzes All Self Delusion; an invocation to Vajrasadhu, the Supreme Warrior Protector of the Pure Dharma Great Vajrasadhu, Illusion King Lord of the Palace of the Six Realms of Being,
The Red Garuda's Song Of Continuing
On this great wind of sorrow and longing We rise up. On this great wind of love and longing, The all-seeing Red Garuda spontaneously takes form
Gesar, King Of Ling's Song To The Great ...
From the unmoving and undivided brilliance of simplicity itself, At the zero point of life and death, You are the clarity of fury, the vibrance of passion, The wisdom of alternation.
Song Of Kalapa Valley
This is the sacred ground which must be held. The future of human dignity depends on this.
Song Of Prajna
'Listen, The melody of the sword of prajna Calls forth time in The appearance of reality;
Manene's Song To Gesar, King Of Ling
In midwinter, late on a glittering frozen starlit night, when the new crescent moon has just returned to the sky, and Gesar sleeps dreamlessly in his palace bedroom, the goddess Manene comes to him. She descends across a bridge of faint moonlight, arching down from the lower point of the crescent moon directly into his heart. There she takes her place and sings to him: i
Manene's Song To Her Brother, Gesar
Now, Gesar, Hero of a thousand battles, Conqueror of a thousand kinds of corruption, Healer of a thousand kinds of poisonous disease, Now you cannot turn back.
Love From A To Z
Love from A to Z: The gentle dispersion of atoms
Khye Ma The hosts of bright stars are ours As they shine down upon our land. Shining down upon our land,
Vajrasadhu's Song Of Introduction
Suffering is an endless chain of cause and effect. Liberation is spontaneous, awake. Because the awakened state is the natural state,
Song Of Kalapa Valley
This is the sacred ground which must be held.
The future of human dignity depends on this.
Imperial Kalapa, summit of Shambhala
Ringed by diamond peaks and snow mountains
Swathed amid lush gardens, turquoise lakes
Swirling amid winds
Sweet with the scents of juniper, ice and spring;