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ONE AFTERNOON
IN THE

LAST SPRING
OF THE

MILLENIUM



 



 

Phlox, violets, bluebells,
    trout lillies

        -and a host of other wildflowers color the woods. Ground temperatures warm and the forest springs to life long before the trees fill out their leaves. By summer solstice, the three dimensional mosaic of leaves in the canopy will block out 99% of the sunlight from reaching the forest floor.


    I swear I will never again mention love or death inside a house, And I swear I will never translate myself at all, only to him or her who privately stays with me in the open air.
 


                                          -SONG OF MYSELF: 47


 
 
 

    Homage to the Teacher Supreme and the Three Jewels
 
Homage to the wondrous wildwood, never seen before,
The unique remedy to ease the pain of persons who have suffered a long time,
Whose edges suggesting the contours of the Buddha's gestalt,
Ablaze with the fresh flowers of inner calm,
Together with the cool moonlight, of compassion, gladden your heart.

The story about my resorting to the edges of the wildwood of inner calm
After my mind had been filled with grief in the city of samsara,
I write as a message from my mind to my mind,
Duty-bound to strive for the way of life's meaning from the depth of its heart.

Since, once you have left behind even the body you have so scrupulously pampered
Because your life is not lasting and quickly passes away,
You have to go alone to a place from which no news has ever been sent back.
Having seen this state of affairs, I go to the wildwood.
 
 

-Longchenpa

 



 
 
 
 
 


Although I had no intention to take rebirth in a karmic body,
I, the heroine, have come to benefit sentient beings.
I have come to establish happiness and bliss
    in the Kingdom of Zahor.
Unaffected by the stain of the womb,
I am never afraid of taking rebirth.
I am the mother of the buddhas of the three times,
    the incarnate one known as Pandaravasini.

There are millions of female bodhisattvas just like me
Who come into this world like rain pouring down.
Not mired in samsara, they train on the path to liberation.
 

 
-The Lives and Liberation of Princess Mandarava

 



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Who knows what She truly is?
 

Ramprasad says:  If She decides to be kind, this misery will pass.
 
 
 


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