Sunday July 24


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A glimpse

forth to the base of the steep climb

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 the valley

of the Chaktreng chu

to Dabpa


To walk upon its main street

past where the buildings

of the present era stand

to look out to the east

to a hill top beyond

where group of edifices

stand

hundreds of years more ancient

more infinite more grand


Look beautiful one

it's the Dabpa Yangteng Gon

from Kagyu lineage

it became Geluk

four centuries ago

when Lhodro Namgyel

practitioner of Jetsun Jampal Nyingpo

came here

in robes crimson

with knuckles whitened

by firm grip on

matted dark hair

upon  wide back

of grunting yak


It to become

more vast than even Litang Chode

greatest of the thirteen

monasteries that rise here

above the rocky earth of Dabpa

once 100 thousand texts

images of wondrous beings

many that we know well

were here


Now before us stands

the Tsuklakhang

images of beings that we know

once more have returned

Dharmaraja

Buddhas of past present future

Dipamkara Shakyamuni and Maitreya

Hayagriva

and Lhodro Namgyel

Then Phabongka among the greatest

of Sera fame

place whose very name means hail

as that which falls upon a field

of rice on a summer day

swift as thought

into the quiet mind

and Tsongkapha with his practitioners

we rest here for a time

then to small temple

beyond we make our way


Where photographs of they

who hold the lineage of this place

among them two

that are now far away

Dzeme Tulku in Paris France

Gosok Rinpoche in India

for over the great distances

they had to make their way

All this not so wonderful

to my straining eyes

as your determined beauty

and swift uplifted grace

that endures with patient dignity

this that I see in you

beneath the open sky

on this morning

of our summer 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

            July 19




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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.