Om Mani Padme Hum Quotes

A last word on slow breathing. It goes by another name: prayer. When Buddhist monks chant their most popular mantra, Om Mani Padme Hum, each spoken phrase lasts six seconds, with six seconds to inhale before the chant starts again. The traditional chant of Om, the “sacred sound of the universe” used in Jainism and other traditions, takes six seconds to sing, with a pause of about six seconds to inhale.

Om Mani Padme Hum is the mantra of love and compassion. It is the mantra of awakening the collective consciousness. It is the mantra of connecting with the Universal Consciousness.

One late winter afternoon in Oxford Street, amid the noise of vehicles and voices that filled that dusky thoroughfare, as I was borne onward with the crowd past the great electric-lighted shops, a holy Indifference filled my thoughts. Illusion had faded from me; I was not touched by any desire for the goods displayed in those golden windows, nor had I the smallest share in the appetites and fears of all those moving and anxious faces. And as I listened with Asiatic detachment to the London traffic, its sound changed into something ancient and dissonant and sad—into the turbid flow of that stream of Craving which sweeps men onward through the meaningless cycles of Existence, blind and enslaved forever. But I had reached the farther shore, the Harbour of Deliverance, the Holy City; the Great Peace beyond all this turmoil and fret compassed me around. Om Mani padme hum—I murmured the sacred syllables, smiling with the pitying smile of the Enlightened One on his heavenly lotus. Then, in a shop-window, I saw a neatly fitted suit-case. I liked that suit-case; I desired to possess it. Immediately I was enveloped by the mists of Illusion, chained once more to the Wheel of Existence, whirled onward along Oxford Street in that turbid stream of wrong-belief, and lust, and sorrow, and anger.

Or recite this mantra: om mani padme hum (pronounced “om mani padmay hum”).

The Bodhisattva rests in glacial air, under a dust of snow, leaves fallen into one arm. This fairyland Buddha sits in an exquisite etched chair, a powdery image of beauty. Winter brings blinding thoughts of flaky falling dreams, slushy icy hard footprints, with crunchy mantras of wind. Forever surrounded by obscuring of days, whiteout of the mundane, penetrating freeze, and blizzard of emptiness. Crystalline diamond Vajra surrounded by endings. Slow drifting meditations that meander to the ground. White snow like bones, cold as death, frozen in compassion. Drifting to enlightenment with vows to return until all are in blessed fields. Icy mantra Om Mani Padme Hum to mountain emptiness, echoing forever in alpine Buddhafields. Not this, nor that— but always something else. These days, we mostly see blessed falling flakes of snow.

In Tibetan societies, the deference to social inferior to superior, junior to senior, mundane to sacred, spiritually immature to spiritually advanced and so forth is very strongly marked. Basic formulas recited before tea or meals: The supreme teacher is the precious Buddha. The supreme protector is the precious Dharma. The supreme guide is the precious Sangha. I offer worship to these three Refuge-granting jewels! Om mani padme hum, the natural voice of reality is uninterrupted. Om still pride Ma still jealous rage Ni stills lust Pad stills stupidity Me stills greed Hum stills hatred. From the Mani Kabum.

I TAKE MY REFUGE IN THY NAME AND THEE! I TAKE MY REFUGE IN THY LAW OF GOOD! I TAKE MY REFUGE IN THY ORDER! OM! THE DEW IS ON THE LOTUS! - RISE, GREAT SUN! AND LIFT MY LEAF AND MIX ME WITH THE WAVE OM MANI PADME HUM, THE SUNRISE COMES! THE DEWPROP SLIPS INTO THE SHINING SEA!

Nothing is going to be alright. Body will decay and die. Mind will wither and decline. All that is beloved and pleasing will become otherwise. Will be separated from us. The world is a burning pit, and we are all in deep sh*t. Why, oh why? Home is muddy, sadly roam. ~ But wait! ~ Everything is also alright. There is this body. But I am not this body. There is this mind. But I am not this mind. So never mind. I cannot be separated from what is truly mine. I can only be separated from what was never mine to begin with. The world is a dancing lotus, under an open sky. My, oh my! Om Mani Padme Hum ~ Smile, rejoice, you're already home.

I had needles and surgical thread but no way to anesthetize them. They were so stoic throughout the procedure; when I finished, both men thanked me profusely and then bowed to each other as they said, Om mani padme hum, which translates roughly as “Hail to the jewel of the lotus, symbol of awakened humanity.

Om mani padme hum MCA. (With the power of Buddha’s compassion, may you be reborn swiftly into heaven’s realm.)

Many people think that meditation simply means sitting and closing your eyes,” the Dalai Lama continued, closing his eyes and taking a stiff posture. “That kind of meditation even my cat can do. He sits there very calmly purring. If a rat comes by, it has nothing to worry about. We Tibetans often recite mantras so much, like Om Mani Padme Hum, a mantra invoking the name of the Buddha of Compassion, that we forget to really investigate the root causes of our suffering. Maybe my purring cat is actually reciting Om Mani Padme Hum.” The Dalai Lama laughed hard at the thought of his devout Tibetan Buddhist cat.