Sunday March 27


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 A glimpse

 forth toward the span

 to the  leading light of my long day

slight gentle beautiful determined bright one

patiently  making her way

she 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 the way from Yangdo Ubdutso


To the place where

the form of Mount Haba Gangri

can just be seen

in the distance

rising into the vast blue sky

abode

of the dakini sky dancers


Where stretched out before our sight

curves of perfect symmetry

 the ridge of Chukar

step on step

row on row

of glittering splendor

as though fashioned

by awesome hand


Into a wondrous terraced

garden or

the roof of a palace

with tiers of jade

and silver

that surely must conceal

beneath the earth

the blazing halls of stone

alight with butter lamps

beyond count

for celestial deities

we rest  in

the

silence


To hear the faint

then louder as we draw near

fierce and forbidding is it

gurgling hissing

sintering roaring of

a guardian for this place

surely it must be

for such sacred splendor

could not so meanly be

left abandoned

unattended by they

who fly with

the vastness

of unfettered mind

through glittering starfilled space


Look beautiful one

there before our shamanic sight

tearing down from the mountains height

in crystal armor all adorned

with ferocity unparalleled

a tak tiger bounds down

through unyielding rocks

through its steep chosen course

it glares at us for an instants breadth

of the toss of spray

above the foam

and a flick of its tail

sends down not far before

a great rockslide of stone

what a crashing rumble it makes

3250 meters eleven thousand feet

it leaps again and yet again

through the Takchong Gak

Tiger Leaping Gorge

All this not so wonderful

to my straining eyes

as your determined beauty

and uplifted patient dignity

that endures with patient grace

this that I see in you

beneath the open sky

on this afternoon

of our spring of working

and waiting

and weaving


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.