Born out of tears of Compassion,
Young and pure Princess who vowed solemnly
To reach the highest state of Buddhahood
While still remaining in a female body;
As radiant as the iridescent crystal
Whose facets reflect five sacred hues;
As white and immaculate as the Truth itself,
Swift-footed and all-seeing from the top of Potala,
The blessed Dolma who embraces wisdom and art
And listens with equal mercy and vigor
To the pleas of a learned lama and a shepherd boy,
Always rapt and eager to spring into action,
Please, help my fellow earthy travelers
Who are experiencing misery in the wheel of Samsara
And grant them constant perfection and longevity
For the benefit of all the sentient beings.
When the Sun is dimming down its rays
Over the grey peaks of Himalayans,
Myriads of stars light up on the skies,
So variable, so tantalizingly close –
The spirits of the Great Gurus of the past
Reflected in the sacrificial lamps
Left by those whose hearts and minds
Are open for the perception of Dharma.
These immovable gems look so close
In this austere mountain land
That it seems that you can reach them
In one quick wave of your hand.
But this illusion will disperse, too,
With the first flash of spectral dawn
That paints the ridges, barchans and valleys
Into all shades of lilac and pink…
DREAMS OF TIBET
A lonely stupa
Looking into the waters of a sacred lake,
Lung-ta*, “wind horses”,
Echoing the eternal music of wind.
The chill of approaching dawn
And the sound of dungchen**
Ripping the Mother Earth’s womb.
Will bring rain or snow,
Ocean will cover
Even the highest plateaus,
Only to recede
In due time, revealing the new expanses –
The Shining Emptiness
Over the holy realm of Chenrezig***.
April 11, 2010
*) Prayer flags in Tibetan Buddhism.
**) A Tibetan musical instrument, a long trumpet or horn.
***) The Tibetan name for Avalokiteshvara, the male Bodhisattva of Compassion.