I am not a saint I used to live as a drunk From sip to sip Allowed myself to be absorbed In the daily poisons I sank in descending spirals I once touched the ground Where there is no more Gambling As I lost all of it Pride, desire, aversion… Envy… Even delusion itself Nothing […]
padmasambhava
Precious Guru
Master of my being I am longing for the day To see your gentle face Once more To touch your hair and smell the sandal fragrance in your curls Tears drop when I remember you Your skin is golden and soft And there is no place compared to your arms Being close to you is […]
Show me the Truth
This poem on insight and illusion was translated from Portuguese to English by Daniela Boeira. Show me the truth Honey is sweet by nature Offer me the most precious treasure The lamp that dissipates the darkness Within my hesitant mind Small and slow steps Your enlightened compassion does not waver While cutting sharply through illusions I […]