Nawang Khechog (also known as Nawang Khechong) is a Tibetan flute player and composer.
Nawang was born in Tibet, but following the Chinese invasion of 1949/1950, his family moved to India, where Nawang studied meditation and Buddhist philosophy. He spent eleven years as a monk, including four years as a hermit meditating in the Himalayan foothills under the guidance of the Dalai Lama.
A self taught musician, Nawang's expression springs from his emotions and his life experience traveling the world as a Tibetan nomad. In 1986, he emigrated to Australia, where he first performed, and his recordings achieved bestseller status. Nawang is best known for his collaborations with Kitaro, including performances on Kitaro's Grammy-nominated Enchanted Evening and Mandala albums. He has received international acclaim for his live performances with Philip Glass, Paul Winter, Laurie Anderson, Paul Simon, Natalie Merchant, and Baba Olatunji.
As one of Tibet's foremost contemporary musicians, Nawang celebrates life each day through the creation of his very personal music, culminating in the release of his first recording on Domo Records, titled Karuna and produced by Kitaro.
On Karuna, Nawang makes full use of his newest innovation, the Universal Horn. It's a combination of Tibetan long horn and Australian Aboriginal Didgeridoo. Combining Japanese Taiko drums, Tibetan long horns, cymbals, bells, Indian drums, South American rain sticks, flutes and Tibetan chanting, Nawang shares his experience with ancient sounds and the spirituality of Tibet.
Song List
1. Ocean of Wisdom
2. Karuna
3. Tibet
4. Rhythm of Dakini
5. Presence
6. Thanksgiving to Mother Earth
7. Journey with Ancients
8. Peace through Kindness
NAWANG KHECHOG: Karuna
As one of Tibet's foremost contemporary musicians, Nawang celebrates life each day through the creation of his very personal music, culminating in the release of his first recording on Domo Records, titled Karuna and produced by Kitaro.
Empty your mind, Be formless, shapeless, like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. You put water into a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow, or it can crash, Be water my friend ~Bruce Lee~
It is a true joy to have you for friend, even virtual. Your music and your voice are filled with soul and give me light and hope. I like your philosophy and I pray for your country. LOVE and PEACE.
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"Not thinking about anything is zen. Once you know this walking, standing, sitting or lying down, everything you do is zen. To know that the mind is empty is to see the buddha. The buddhas of the ten directions have no mind. To see no mind is to see the buddha." ~Bodhidharma~
my Friend, wishing you Peace and Harmony throughout your day
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Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
"The sea was much better," the traveler complained. "Whenever I got tired it at least had its currents to push me forward on my journey but you," he looked at the vast desert surrounding him, "you are of no help."
He went down on his knees, dead tired. When his breaths restored back to normalcy, a while later, he heard the desert's voice.
"I agree. I am of no help like the sea and thus I often depress people. But do you really think people will remember you for crossing the sea? Never! For the sea doesn't allow you to leave any mark. I, on the contrary, do. Thus, if you cross me, I swear, you will in turn immortalize yourself with the imprints you leave over me!"
The traveler got the essence and got up to walk on. "It's always about the imprints," his heart echoed.
~Novoneel Chakraborty~
wishing your day be full of Happiness! much peace and love Johann
