Letter to Dzogchen Ponlop Rinpoche
Namo Guru!
From the changeless mandala of basic space,
Dharmakaya, guide on the true path,
Rain down siddhi on your devoted son!
I supplicate the heart of Rigpe Dorje.
In your extraordinary bodhisattva deeds,
You always have compassion, all the time.
Rigpe Dorje, you’ve no center or limit, no beginning or end.
I supplicate your sambhogakaya.
You bring those with kleshas to dharma.
You show impermanence to those fixated on permanence.
You kindly conquer dualistic appearances.
I supplicate Rigpe Dorje, the nirmanakaya.
I wander in samsara through ignorance.
Self-aware wisdom is veiled by my gross kleshas.
A savage, I wander through endless samsara.
May I reach the citadel of dharmakaya, inseparable from you.
O, Listen, Pönlop Rinpoche,
Precious best friend whom I’ve known for so long,
Precious relative, karmically connected to me,
Precious one whom I’ve loved like my own son!
In spite of our long friendship, you didn’t trust me this year.
Uncertainty has arisen between karmically connected men.
Even though you’re like my own son, this makes a difference.
Even thought my mind is pure, you didn’t trust me.
O, these samsaric deeds are amazing!
What we call “good” and “bad” are like flowers in a summer field.
What we call “friendship” is like bubbles in water.
What we call “trust” is like a flag blown by the wind.
We go wherever we’ll get what we want.
However, this is a good reminder of impermanence.
No matter what you think, I thank you.
No matter what you do, I call it “kindness.”
Rinpoche, my mind is without fixation.
I’m a wandering beggar, a guest in all lands.
I lost my parents early on, yet survived.
Then my guru passed away, yet I survived.
At the end we are all alone.
If I reach the path to higher states and freedom, that will be fine.
May I sever the bondage of lower states and samsara.
If I fall into the three lower states, that will be fine.
May my kind parents’ wrongs and veils be purified.
May your life be long!
May you raise aloft the victory banner of dharma.
May all your wishes be fulfilled.
May the darkness of your prejudice be dispelled.
May the good deeds of impartiality increase.
May we travel the path to the thirteenth level of a vajra holder.
May we finally reach the dharmakaya’s citadel.
I offer this Ekajati liturgy, composed by me,
In support of unchanging samaya.
Respectfully offered by the person named Bardor Tulku, well-known to you, while thinking of you on April 14th, 2009.