Summer Camp 2007 Ringu Tulku Rinpoche : A commentary on "Pointing out the Dharmakaya by the 9th Karmapa"
From Sacha Dancourt to her Root Lama. June 19th 2008. I won't follow the wind anymore I won't follow the wind anymore That makes life die I’ll follow it no longer Ever since I met You I haven't been the same I am letting go of my self And the blowing wind Is taking me inexorably towards You Do You know how much I couldn't see You ? I was looking for You , that's true I was tracking You down And I was dying of thirst In the middle of the desert I was drying out Do You know everything I did Which never stopped enriching What is happening now And what might happen , perhaps , tomorrow ? I was ignorant And yet something in me was waiting for You Do you know Ô Lama How the wind that blew Brought me to a violence The one that made no noise No slaps nor hits , The one of non - love The one without courage That one of endless doubtings I was a prisoner The blowing wind Kept making new jails That blowing wind Where I was crying with rage Do You know the incommensurable suffering Which was mine Because I didn't know how to love Because I didn't know how to share And because I thought the world Was turning around me I was a poor rider of goodness On a piteous horse Who thought that generosity Was a flash of wit Proven by deed and word I was proud and a liar And yet something I didn't want to hear Was whispering to me To my disillusioned ear I was deaf to life And gone dumb from wanting And blind with knowledge I was riding to death On my piteous horse I won't go anymore Ô Lama Where the wind makes you die And suffer I won't go anymore I renonce to myself To wanting To knowing And to my own image I laugh at my name And at boxes in my house My clothes are not any longer mine Nor are my books And I gave everything I could give My heart is Yours My body is Yours My words are Yours I am the breath of the wind Made of love I am the sun that shines for all beings I unhook the stars to offer them to You I fill the space with my laughters So that the universe can hear And I conspire To the beauty of the worlds Pardon me , my familiarity Ô Lama But aren't You also me , I can no longer even name ?

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