goldenlangur Posted May 14, 2009 Share Posted May 14, 2009 Don't light the butter lamps through tears. Their flickering flames dim the portals to the bardo . Your wail ripples the endless silence of this realm and muted by death I cannot answer your call. The blare of the long horns and clang of the cymbals scurry like eddies across this timeless, direction-less plane. When the monk holds up a mirror I have no reflection, no shadow, I'm afloat beyond your world on the edge of beyond... These prayer flags in my memory whisper their mantras to the griffon and the peaks. I have shed my senses and the dues I owed and was owed in the pyre. Formless, painless I drift towards my karmic rebirth . With a smile offer a prayer for all sentient beings and know I'm gone... 10.5.08 goldenlangur Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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