Silent Sky Within, A Boundless Breath Of Nothing, Emptiness Is Full – Ādi
Time
9 AM – 10:30 AM Pacific Time
11 AM – 12:30 AM Central Time
12 PM – 1:30 PM Eastern Time
Schedule
Dec The 7th Sunday
Venue
Address
107 S Fair Oaks Ave #021, Pasadena, CA 91105
Beloved, this meditation is not a doing….it is an invitation. An invitation to rest, to turn your gaze inward, and to discover what has always been here, quietly watching the play of life.
You are not being asked to become anything or to add anything to yourself. You are only being invited to notice …to become aware of the awareness itself. Before thoughts, before emotions, before even the sense of “I am meditating,” there is a stillness… a spacious presence that does not come and go.
This meditation is a doorway to that.
When you sit, when you breathe, when you let everything be as it is, you begin to sense that there is something here that is untouched by time, untroubled by the mind’s noise.
You are not the storm; you are the open sky in which it passes.
You are not the changing waves; you are the still ocean beneath.
In this space of seeing, all effort relaxes.
There is nothing to fix, nothing to reach.
Only a simple and direct recognition — I am.
Unborn, undying, pure, and free.
This is not a new discovery….it is a remembrance of your original Self.
And once you taste it, even for a moment, something deep within knows…
You have come Home.
I will tell you a story, a Tantra story….
So beautiful.
Milarepa was born rich, but life played its divine trick.
When his father died, greedy relatives took all — leaving him and his mother in despair. Out of that pain, a storm was born. Milarepa learned black magic, destroyed his enemies, and stood victorious — yet empty. The taste of revenge turned bitter in his mouth.
Seeking redemption, he found Marpa, the master who healed through destruction. Marpa made him build towers only to tear them down again. Stone by stone, ego by ego — Milarepa was broken open.
When nothing remained to be destroyed, Marpa gave him the true teaching — not words, but silence.
Milarepa went to the mountains, ate nettles, meditated in icy caves. The demons of his mind rose and vanished like mist. Slowly, the murderer became a mystic. The sinner became a sage.
One morning, in perfect stillness, he saw — there was no Milarepa, no mountain, no sky — only pure awareness singing through all forms.
Milarepa became light itself.
His story is a whisper to every seeker: Don’t fight your darkness — transform it. Even poison, offered in awareness, becomes nectar.
Zen Haiku:
The mountain is still,
no seeker, no path, no goal,
only the wind laughs – Ādi
