Yeshe Tsogyal’s Retreat Song
NANGSEE JAWA SEMKYEE CHÖTRUL TSAM
NAMKHAY LONGLA JIKPA NGAYMA TONG
DAYNA DEEKUN SELWAY RANGDANG LAY
ZHENMIN CHEECHEER JAWA GANGYANG MAY
JAWA TAMCHAY KO MÖ GYENDU LAK
DAYNA MAMAY NYAMPAR ZHAKNA LEK
Every appearance and every event
Are the mind’s miraculous display.
In the spacious expanse,
I see nothing to fear.
It is just reflexive radiance
Of mind’s clear light, and nothing else.
Hence there’s no reason to react;
All activity is my adornment.
Therefore, better to rest silently
In meditative absorption.
Gyalwa Gotsangpa’s Seven Delights
Namo Ratna Guru
When thoughts that there is something perceived and a perceiver
Lure my mind away and distract,
I don’t close my senses’ gateways to meditate without them
But plunge straight into their essential point.
They’re like clouds in the sky, there’s this shimmer where they fly;
Thoughts that rise, for me sheer delight!
When kleshas get me going and their heat has got me burning,
I try no antidote to set them right;
Like an alchemistic potion turning metal into gold,
What lies in kleshas’ power to bestow
Is bliss without contagion, completely undefiled;
Kleshas coming up, sheer delight!
When I’m plagued by god–like forces or demonic interference,
I do not drive them out with rites and spells;
The thing to chase away is the egoistic thinking
Built up on the idea of a self.
This will turn those ranks of maras into your own special forces;
When obstacles arise, sheer delight!
When samsara with its anguish has me writhing in its torments,
Instead of wallowing in misery,
I take the greater burden down the greater path to travel
And let compassion set me up
To take upon myself the sufferings of others;
When karmic consequences bloom, delight!
When my body has succumbed to attacks of painful illness,
I do not count on medical relief
But take that very illness as a path and by its power
Remove the obscurations blocking me,
And use it to encourage the qualities worthwhile;
When illness rears its head, sheer delight!
When it’s time to leave this body, this illusionary tangle,
Don’t cause yourself anxiety and grief;
The thing that you should train in and clear up for yourself—
There’s no such thing as dying to be done.
It’s just clear light, the mother, and child clear light uniting;
When mind forsakes the body, sheer delight!
When the whole thing’s just not working, everything’s lined up against you
Don’t try to find some way to change it all;
Here the point to make your practice is reverse the way you see it,
Don’t try to make it stop or to improve.
Adverse conditions happen, when they do it’s so delightful—
They make a little song of sheer delight.
Yeshe Tsogyal’s Song to the Demons
Emaho!
The intention of Great Mother
Dharmakaya,
The heart of the ten perfections
Is enjoyment of profound wisdom.
By genuinely ending up here,
There’s no one to see appearances.
All arising is dharmakaya’s play.
Illusions are the Lama’s compassion.
So go ahead and stir things up!
Emaho!
The intention of Lama Kunzang,
The heart of the deity-yoga’s result
Is non-fabricating in whatever arises.
By genuinely ending up here,
There’s no one to be afraid of thought.
Whatever happens is mental projection.
Thoughts are the Lama’s compassion.
So go ahead and stir things up!
Emaho!
The intention of Lama Pema,
The heart of all-embracing Ati
Is enjoyment of your stainless mind.
By genuinely ending up here,
There is no one to perceive impurity.
Stains are all dharmata’s play.
All ways of seeing are the Lama’s compassion.
So go ahead and stir things up!
Emaho!
The practice of the woman Tsogyal,
The heart of secret mantra,
Is the single taste of joy and sorrow.
Since genuinely ending up here,
No one to parse what’s good and what’s bad.
They both just enhance experience.
Whatever appears is the Lama’s compassion.
So go ahead and stir things up!
“We should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
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