Songs of the great Yogi Shabkar: every being is mother; absolute nature is my friend; luminosity is my entertainment; my homeland is the Dharmakaya

The great Yogi Shabkar bridges modern times with the ancient masters, the likes of Milarepa, Marpa, Niropa, Tilopa, and the great Mahasiddhis. Shabkar Tsokdruk Randrol (Tib. ཞབས་དཀར་ཚོགས་དྲུག་རང་གྲོལ་, Wyl. zhabs dkar tshogs drug rang grol), who lived 1781-

1851, is more than a “relatively” modern reflection of great Milarepa. Shabkar’s life stands as a shing exemplar of the Path, and his autobiography as a jewel of Dharma and practice advice.

Shabkar, considered an emanation of Milarepa, also taught in songs and much of his life in solitude in the mountains. He is immediately relatable, as he recieved teachings and initiations from gurus of all schools of Buddhsim, although his principlal root guru was

Chogyal Ngakgi Wangpo — who was not only a Mongolian king, but also the prized disciple of the First Doprupchen. One of his main Yidams was Hayagriva, a practice given by his root guru. [For a story on great Hayagriva, see>>]

Shabkar the scholar poet yogi

The great Shabkar is known as a prolific writer, writing up to a hundred pages a day. Although he is best known for the Flight of the Garuda — a famous teaching on Dzogchen — (Tib. མཁའ་ལྡིང་གཤོག་རླབས་, Khading Shoklap; Wyl. mkha’ lding gshog rlabs), this feature focuses on some wonderful excepts from his autobiography.

Modern, relevant biography and teachings

The English translation of Shabkar’s Life, with a foreward from His Holiness the Dalai Lama, and translated by the Matthieu Ricard, is a wonderful read, and a great learning experience. We learn at the feet of a great Yogi, with teachings given in lyrical songs. His Holiness the Dalai Lama explained Shabkar’s unique appeal:

“Regarded by many as the greatest yogi after Milarepa to gain enlightenment in one lifetime, he also lived the life of a wandering mendicant teaching by means of spiritual songs. Shabkar is particularly celebrated for the absolute purity of his approach to

his lama and his personal practice, which freed him from the snare of sectarianism. He is also affectionately remembered for the kindness of his gently teasing humor.” All beings are mother, homeland is Dharmakaya

The autobiography is full of wisdom and teachings, but instantly relatable are his interactions with local lay people. For instance, when asked by a local follower if he thought of his family, mother and friends, his answer became a concise view of the Path:

Listen, wealthy and devoted lady,

I am a yogin of the luminous awareness that arises of itself.

My homeland is primordial purity, the dharmakaya.

My father—Samantabhadra

My mother—Samantabhadri,

My paternal uncle—Bodhicitta,

My priests—the Three Jewels,

My maternal uncles—deity and guru,

My wife—the lovely shunyata.

My children—meditation experiences, realization, and fine qualities.

My brothers—devotion and pure perception,

My fields—the ten white virtues,

My riches—the inexhaustible seven noble qualities,

My sister—pure samaya,

My neighbor—firm faith,

My cousin—great diligence. [3]

Naturally forgotten

Later, another follower asked if he missed his family, mother and friends:

By the grace of the king of Dharma,

Since I, the renunciate Tsogdruk Rangdrol,

Have made my home again and again

On the safe ground of dharmakaya,

My homeland has been naturally forgotten.

Since I have contemplated again and again

That each being has once been my mother,

Attachment to only one mother

Has been naturally forgotten.

Since I have accumulated again and again

The seven noble riches,

Ordinary food and wealth

Have been naturally forgotten.

Since I have again and again befriended The absolute nature,

The friends from my childhood

Have been naturally forgotten.

Since I have again and again guarded

The samaya oaths,

Deceitfulness

Has been naturally forgotten.

Since I have again and again seen

The display of luminosity,

Worldly entertainments

Have been naturally forgotten.

Since I have again and again tamed

The enemy, the obscuring emotions,

My ordinary enemies

Have been naturally forgotten.

Since I have regarded again and again

All dharmas as illusory,

The eight worldly concerns

Have been naturally forgotten.

Since I have again and again experienced

The samadhi of simplicity,

Complexities have been naturally forgotten.

Since I have wandered in remote places

And in mountain solitudes,

This life has been naturally forgotten. [1]

The metaphor of the thangka

One time Shabkar met a monk who asked him: “You’re good at drawing. Are you a thangka painter, too?” To which he sang this song:

I bow down at the feet of the King of Dharma.

I, the yogin Tsogdruk Rangdrol,

Picked up a white canvas—noble intention

I stretched it on the frame of the four boundless thoughts,

And with pure discipline I primed it.

I applied gesso—changeless faith—

Smoothing it over and over

With an onyx stone—the ten virtues.

First I made the grid—learning.

Then I made a sketch—reflection.

Then I brushed in color—meditation.

Then I painted in the highlights—meditation experiences and realization.

E ma!

Isn’t that good art? [4]

A teaching on the Life of Shabkar Tsokdruk Rangdrol from Venerable Khenpo Tsewang Rinpoche at Padma Samye Ling:

NOTES

[1] Shabkar Tsogdruk Rangdrol. The Life of Shabkar: Autobiography of a Tibetan Yogin (Kindle Locations 5291-5298). Shambhala. Kindle Edition.

[2] Shabkar Tsogdruk Rangdrol. The Life of Shabkar: Autobiography of a Tibetan Yogin (Kindle Locations 137-139). Shambhala. Kindle Edition.

[3] Shabkar Tsogdruk Rangdrol. The Life of Shabkar: Autobiography of a Tibetan Yogin (Kindle Locations 5329-5345). Shambhala. Kindle Edition.

[4] Shabkar Tsogdruk Rangdrol. The Life of Shabkar: Autobiography of a Tibetan Yogin (Kindle Locations 4728-4743). Shambhala. Kindle Edition.

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