Padma Drolma
And if in all the beads nothing comes up
I won’t forget you
I’ll give another turn
Despite my thousand stumbles
For I know that thin are the lines which separate mastery from fear
They are tiny and do not define
Space is the shelter that does not welcome
It afflicts me with the idea of freedom
Guru
And I see that your coiled rope was firm
That your guidance was accurate
Yet I sought to anticipate the route
Instead of holding
Your hand
In reverence I address you with my voice
May my words not err
In conveying my vows of prosperity
Give way to obscuration
In the gallop of the Tupi nation
Paired with Kham
Lord of the Dance
Our Master
I hail
I request for passage
To him I prostrate
And in deep gratitude
I exalt his steps
Seed of Dharma planted
In the cold and damp soil
Among crowns
Three
Buddha
Dharma
Sangha