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The Great Bliss Queen's
Mansion of Flaming Bliss


A poem about a founder of Tibetan Buddhism and Queen of Tibet, the 8th century Buddha, Yeshe Tsogyal. 


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base of poster), 89cm x 75cm, 35¼" x 29½", 
acrylic on canvas, 2003.










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“At the centre is a mansion of “flaming 
bliss,” an expression of the generativity associated with the female organs of the 
Great Bliss Queen.  Her generativity 
means, among other things, that her 
identity can never be captured or 
limited by a single type of being, or 
even a single form.

....it is also a womb because through 
realizing it one is born into 
enlightenment.

Padmasambhava describes it so:

        This is the basis of all coming and going
          The place of arising of all existents,
          The womb of the mother consort.

The generative quality of the empty 
expanse--”  

“Having visualized the mandala, one instantaneously becomes the Great 
Bliss Queen at its centre...”

-Anne Carolyn Klein, Meeting the Great Bliss 
Queen (Boston: Beacon Press, 1995), pp.177-9.

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'This precious human body is a stem of gold.' 
-Lady of the Lotus Born (Shambala, 1999). 


What can I say? I cannot add to or subtract from 
the thought and its expression. It comes from a 
translation of an ancient Tibetan Buddhist poem 
that is rich with tantric imagery. 

'This precious human body is a stem of gold.' 

I feel like the most exquisite and precious 
finely-wrought jewelry. I feel like a stem on a 
thousand petaled lotus, an image of 
enlightenment. I feel fragile and precious and 
like a swaying stem of gold in the wind. I feel like 
the stem on a goblet of gold pouring wine into 
your sweet lips. You are fragile and precious and 
pricelessly beautiful. A great artist crafted you. 

Your precious human body is a stem of gold… 

Can I lay down now and weep over the beauty of 
this simple line? 

'This precious human body is a stem of gold.' 

I read it again, silent in reverie. Why does this 
line moves me so? It takes me on vistas beyond 
imagining. I see reeds of the Nile and Egyptian 
princesses, and gold veins in the mountains of 
Tibet and Tibetan Buddhist Queens, and the 
delicate filigree of the Renaissance artist with his 
rich mythologies, I see the Communion Cup and 
the Pagan Chalice of old, I see the intricate 
interlacings of Celtic motifs, I see sensitivity in 
the world, I see honouring the delicate system of 
gold that we are, our bodies flowing with gold light, 
and I am silenced by this line. 

'This precious human body is a stem of gold'… 


©Brenda Clews, 2004
 



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