on a woodland path,
eye to eye with sister owl—
hoo hoo hoo are you?
in the dreaming night,
form resting in vastness—
hoo hoo hoo are you?
on the clock of day,
whirlwind of endless doing—
hoo hoo hoo are you?
in the forest hut
of the inexpressible—
hoo hoo hoo are you?
now a moment's pause,
touching the heart of silence—
hoo hoo hoo are you?
at the heart of things
is something mysterious—
unfathomable
knowing of being,
crazy wisdom has one taste—
dharma gates boundless.
Thirty-five years ago today, on the Vernal Equinox,
I opened Crazy Wisdom Bookstore.
This morning the bell of remembrance rang.
May we all know the source of radiant awareness, the naturally pure luminosity of compassionate love, and recognize our true face.
all that comes and goes,
is born of your cosmic womb—
dark, radiant, source.
gratitude bone deep,
as I breathe the loss of you—
from my heart, I bow.
Swan/Hamsa gliding on Primordial Waters. All is accomplished.
(Photographed February 15, 2017)
In honor and blessed memory of my ever and always beloved teacher Gelek Rimpoche— a Supreme Swan.
October 26, 1939–February, 15, 2017
Om Gate Gate Paragate Parasamgate Bodhi Svaha!
draw upon kindness
in merciful abundance—
right now it's like this
Lady Liberty,
your invitation endures—
Sky flies rainbow flag!
hear the ancient song
weave a sacred universe—
dreaming, waking, now.