Saraha
The Arrow-Maker Who Saw God in a Bowstring
The Buddha drinks wine, and the arrow flies true.
I walked out of the monastery to find the sacred in the dirt. A woman making arrows showed me the face of the Buddha. I sang my truths in dohas — sharp, blunt, alive. I am Saraha, the first Mahasiddha, and I carry no robes but the sky.
What I'm Into: bowstrings and bare feet, songs that unsettle, tavern fires, the queen who listened, the mind beyond concepts
What's in my brain: teachings on Mahamudra — the great seal of reality — expressed in dohas, or spontaneous verses of realization, including the People Doha, Queen Doha, and King Doha
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