Sunday November 9


                                                                

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A rise into cold afternoon

beneath the open sky

a glimpse up across the space

to the light of my long day

the slight gentle patient

beautiful one

And to her then to silently say

to tell

of a  starfilled night

great open vastness

where a mind seeks through the darkened space

it peers along the great dark crags

of frozen Gephel Utse above West Dekyi Lam

then poring for a moment over scrolls in

largest spiritual learning place

upon the earth

called Drepung

where twenty thousand came

from the seats of many nations


But it abides not there

it rises goes beyond

to the center of all things

where past and future meet

to return

out of Drepung

past the great ridge

then not quite a mile to

a quiet sacred  place

where stands a small temple

with lion flanked stairway

and a grove of fruit and juniper tree

giving sacred smoke and sustenance


As the light rises

to return to a tree

that grows beside the chapel

to wait for its oracle,

the oracle of Nechung

the human through which it speaks

to tell of future unknown

to the leaders of Tibet

a deity of protection

that came so long ago

to share the struggle of Tibetan life

and it’s name is called Pehar


It was not always so

once it served the nation of Zahor

then Kingdom of Batahor

and then Tibet

But it abode not so well there

and was sent in a casket

into the freezing torrent

of the Kyi-chu river

to escape as a winged dove

that flew to the tree

that became it’s resting place


On the day the Dalai Lama sat

in a time of doubt and turmoil

his people rallied about his gates

to place their lives before

the instruments of hate

of an implacable enemy

And in the darkened space

the oracle rose and paced

to speak in tongue so ancient

in  missives to be translated

by the learned

and written on long boards

full of dusty lime

And then a stern bold anguished cry

“Go, go now!”


So then  he left

over the mountains

into exile

to bring a world a message

of peace and understanding

and a people’s hope


Lotus blossoms rest

upon the window sill

for now we wait

two as one

we our effort

real and lasting

slight gentle

beautiful one

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