Never Forget
For My beloved Guru on this Tsog Day - may I never forget.
When I look back upon my life I know only one thing for sure and that is that I have utterly failed to repay the kindnesses of my Beloved Guru.
Delicate blue columbine fingers, deep pool
fathomless eyes overflow moonlight,
and the motion of your steps, oh that dance!,
that circling of stars, galaxies!, across expanse.
Did I ever say it in words?
Did I ever really tell you?
Or did the rounds of casualness conspire,
days slip by with the words left unspoken,?
And now, my cheeks are wet with this dew
of aching remembrance. Wet lines trace the
pathway beyond into as of. and I, this shy deer,
can find no more words to tell of your sublime
(deep pause of love's in breath) beauty.
The mountain streams, flowing toward the
ocean, wishing to be closer to you evaporate
in the sun's love and float as clouds in your sky.
The trees, longing for nearness, sink roots deep
and pull the essence of the earth up through
trunk, branch, leaf in one glorious leap.
The whole earth spins in your delight through
the expanse of wonder and the stars themselves
cannot help but wink, complicit in the love play.
Did I ever really say it, outloud?
Did I ever really show -
that I would stand naked, in the busy streets of my living -
set aside the crowd within myself for just one glimpse?
I don't think so. And yet... and yet still this gift you have
given so freely. And now. I am cloud, I am bird, I am tree
trunk, galaxy, ocean and the earth's ever widening
performance.
Columbine flower fingers and the graceful movement of swallows. That
is how I remember you. And, in the garden and at night, you have become
laughter that charms the moon, unraveling my mind in mystery unmaking
knots of known and unknown
leaving only this beauty.
When I look back upon my life I know only one thing for sure and that is that I have utterly failed to repay the kindnesses of my Beloved Guru.
Delicate blue columbine fingers, deep pool
fathomless eyes overflow moonlight,
and the motion of your steps, oh that dance!,
that circling of stars, galaxies!, across expanse.
Did I ever say it in words?
Did I ever really tell you?
Or did the rounds of casualness conspire,
days slip by with the words left unspoken,?
And now, my cheeks are wet with this dew
of aching remembrance. Wet lines trace the
pathway beyond into as of. and I, this shy deer,
can find no more words to tell of your sublime
(deep pause of love's in breath) beauty.
The mountain streams, flowing toward the
ocean, wishing to be closer to you evaporate
in the sun's love and float as clouds in your sky.
The trees, longing for nearness, sink roots deep
and pull the essence of the earth up through
trunk, branch, leaf in one glorious leap.
The whole earth spins in your delight through
the expanse of wonder and the stars themselves
cannot help but wink, complicit in the love play.
Did I ever really say it, outloud?
Did I ever really show -
that I would stand naked, in the busy streets of my living -
set aside the crowd within myself for just one glimpse?
I don't think so. And yet... and yet still this gift you have
given so freely. And now. I am cloud, I am bird, I am tree
trunk, galaxy, ocean and the earth's ever widening
performance.
Columbine flower fingers and the graceful movement of swallows. That
is how I remember you. And, in the garden and at night, you have become
laughter that charms the moon, unraveling my mind in mystery unmaking
knots of known and unknown
leaving only this beauty.
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Writer(s): Priya Tsomo
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