The cold Drugyal
Land
sleeping opposite to the Taktsang
Blessed
the villages and schools in views,
The
far distance mount Jhomolhari standing by
Reflecting
the purity of place to all.
In
a quick look a treasured ruined Druyal dzong is seen
The
winter fine best suited to this beautiful place
Though
the wind are battling the chill
All plants, animals and insects have accepted
the host
Can’t
I be an odd but cherish the success of cold.
It
has been a lonely winter for me since I came here
All
people migrating to the southern foothills
Time
and again I have seen the gloomy days here.
But
I am prepared for it well enough.
Dated 3rd December 2015.
Sacred Taktsang
How
breathtaking is it to me
As
I ascend the hill top
Conquering
the height of
All
illusive pervading nature.
In
a less and less thought of mine
There
is no Taktsang
So
called by majestic out look
Or
the wrathful guru Dorji Drolly,
Self-Emanating
from the barren rock,
I was
lost to the glory of such legend.
Contemplating
in the state of my confusion,
The
day has carried the blessings
Where
the wind blows
And
sun shines
I
remain in the state of wakefulness.
Praise for Taktsang
The
land blessed by Guru Rinpoche
A
garden of hope for the liberation
Point
where r mind meets the master
I
take the pleasures to pay my praises.
The
magical den of
Flying
tigress
The holder of the truth
Guru
Rinpoche
I
bow at your feet
All though to sacred Taktsang
Although
I am stuck in midst of worldly pleasures
Still
I hope to see your face guru Dorji Drolley.
Although
I am lost to daily talks
Still
I wish to hear your story
Although
I am lost in my pride
Still
I love to hear your glory.
Although
I am a simple being
Still
I hope to GET your blessings.
Taktsang in my heart.
Since
the day I know you
I
have placed my hope of seeing you
Far
from the distance of dreams to reality
In
all those dreams I have visited the land.
Many
fly over the distance of space and time
No
boundary to all like the kindness of sun
The
sparkling blessing starts from the base of you
The
path may be steep but the sights are always the rewards.
He
who plan the trip is well aware of it
The
journeying on such a hill is a haunting task
But
forgetting the every drop of sweat from the every pores
The
blessings are counted in every step to your walk.
Passing away of lord sangay dorji
I
bow at the lotus feet of guru rinpochey
I
bow at the lotus feet of my lama
And
to my inner being of mind.
World
is in darkness
Like
the sun clouded in sky,
How
sad it is
How
painful it is
To
hear the passing away of such a soul.
Like
a motherless child
We
are left in the black midst of confusions
Not
only me not only sentient beings
All
are walking in blindly visions
Oh
lord what I could say
Never
my word is good
Nor
sweet
I
pray to all the Buddha of ten directions to
Guide
us in absence of you
And
for your swift return to world
I
dedicate these useless worlds of mine
To
all the Buddha who have promised to guide us
In
such a horror of time
For
the fulfillments of your wishes, prayers and aspirations
May
we have the good fortune to see you again?
This
is written to console my heart upon the departure of the lord Sangay dorji on 6th
January 2016. May it become the cause for the benefits of all my mother
sentient beings?
Unusual
Beating of heart,
Last
exam beginning of life
Beginning
of life ending of life long educations
So
shall I will stop writing
Nima,
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