Kyabje Trulshik Rinpoche

Kyabje Trulshik Rinpoche, 1923-2011

You shattered the play of delusion, 
Pointing out the deathless unborn. 
Now you show impermanence, 
The nail at the heart of the path. 
Return to us soon, kind Rinpoche! 
May our minds become one with yours!

Obituary at Phayul

(image from Rigpa Wiki)

De Naaldvlakte

Coffee

The great wind

I'd like to sing a song saying everything. A song that answers every question. A song that holds all pain and fear in the cup of its hands.

Blowing on it softly.

Dispersing it like dandelion fluff.

A song that will say with the Ojibwe that even when I walk around pitying myself, a great wind carries me across the sky.* About how I know this great wind but would like to know it much, much better. About why can I sit in stunned silence, trying to listen to the wind just going everywhere.

Yeah.

*) Traditional Ojibwe saying, apparently.