Sunday May 16
                                                                
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A glimpse

to the leading light of my long day

swiftly making her way

slight gentle beautiful determined bright one

firmly alone firmly herself

to quietly remind me

that not so far away

for she I we two

our warm and bright

future day

and to her  then to say to tell

of a steep climb

from the Nangsel Zampa bridge

high up through fields of barley


Not yet tsampa has their grain become

the stone ground barley meal

to be mixed with yak butter tea

to sustain the weary traveller

or torma ritual cakes stained brightly

with their colored dyes

in sacred ceremony

the forests about are bright green

beneath the mountain sky


Once Jatson Nyingpo Terton treasure finder

climbed here as we do now

seeking the tranquility of this place

from here came the wondrous terma texts

which he returned from obscurity lost

painstakingly written by his own hand

from the vision

granted to his mind

Look beautiful one

there are towers there

a temple poised to the sky against walls of rocks

that look out across Nyang chu valley

in vast expanse below.


Within it’s outer chambers

three illustrious images stand

Padmasambhava Guru Drakpo Simhavaktra

they known in the Terton’s sacred terma texts

as the Union of all Rare and Precious things

so profound that which they gave

unto his shamanic mind

Beside them an image of the Terton himself

with the dadar longevity arrow

that said to be his own

Then to the inner chamber where

in flickering yak butter candle’s glow

1000 figures of Padmasambhava stand

small but how strongly they command the mind


To return to the Nangsel Zampa

where the Drak Chu meets the Nyang chu

thence past Len village with it’s alien towers

with corners twelve tapering into the sky

built they say by demonic hand

at the bidding of Dud Achung Gyelpo

enemy of Ling Gesar

legendary hero of Tibetan past

then beyond yet another artifact strange

from modern times

telecommunication remote tracking

hewn into the mountain stone

by those who were not toward Tibet benign

still there these places mutely testify

to the struggle of Tibetan existence


Thence on to a brighter place

Lake Draksum Tso glimmering in the light

jade green jewel beneath steep mountain slopes

lavishly adorned with trees

and Tsodzong island at its very center

a pearl beneath the mountain sky

once seven hundred years ago

the sound of powerful strokes

and rumbling growl

broke the stillness as a tigress

swam with Terton Sangye Lingpa upon her back

carrying the precious sculpted image

of the face of Guru Drakpo

these two beings of fierce reverence

to step upon the shore of Tsodzong

her paw prints still are there

amongst the island rocks

One of these among the island

and it’s temples treasures

a rock white from whence

perhaps gazing out at them

stood the mistress of this sacred lake

the Goddess Tsomen Gyelmo

before going on with her sacred tasks

All this not so wonderful

to my straining eyes

as your determined beauty

and uplifted gentle dignity

that endures with patient grace

this that I see in you

beneath the open sky

on this early morn

of our spring of working and waiting


Lotus blossoms rest

upon the window sill

and so we wait

two as one

we our effort

real and lasting

slight gentle

beautiful one

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Through my eyes


                                                                                                                              


             
                                                     * courtesy of A Luminous Diamond (Bright) Crystal Show productions.
                                                     reference material for the poem is courtesy of the Footprint Tibet handbook by Gyurme Dorje.