I am not long finished writing the following poem after some contemplative meditation. I hope you enjoy.
Sandy A Second Verse For His Eminence Tsem Tulku Rinpoche
As I sit, thinking, watching all around me
and knowing one day that this will all be gone,
I feel a stinging sadness as thoughts arise in
my head of the one impermanence from which
my mind cowers, trembling in a dark corner…
One day, some day – tomorrow perhaps,
I will go my way and my Guru will go his.
He will continue along his virtuous path while
I continue to blow around in samara’s tempestuous
cycle like a paper bag in a strong wind.
My sadness feels the contradiction between
my prayers requesting not to be separated from
this shining example of loving-kindness and the
actions I mindlessly continue to perform. I may pray,
but I fear my actions too strong…
My sadness realizes the tireless compassion
of my precious Guru as the rising and the setting of the
sun. It sees his repeated banging of his head against the wall –
all for my benefit - as I remain in the ignorance
of my own creation.
I am distressed because I know that this will all be forgotten soon.
I am scared to know that there could be life without the presence
of my kind and loving Guru, but most of all I am sad.
I am sad because all it takes to stay united with my Guru
is to listen diligently, understand willingly and practice wholeheartedly.
Yet here I remain in my selfish indulgent ignorance.
May His Eminence Tsem Tulku Rinpoche always find peace, happiness and joy.
May His Eminence Tsem Tulku Rinpoche always be without obstacle or hindrance.
May His Eminence Tsem Tulku Rinpoche always be bless by the merit field,
The Victorious Ones and their Children.