Many are dancing in the cave of light. The time is coming. This time is right.
Beyond the mind the gurus songs, ignite the memories of times beyond.
In the peaceful stillness everyone waits. They hear the trumpets and open the gates.
Hidden still are the treasures of times past. Recovered now from the ancient maps.
In the western shores of the glacial lake, two rivers connect at the waterfall’s gate.
This is the time when the waters ebb and do not flow. This is why now it is the time to go.
The casket is hidden in the cave behind, the water’s fall that protected the stones aligned.
In the convergence of now and then, the song opens and will be heard again.
Crickets sing to let you know. There is something behind the water’s flow.
The weather that day will be bright and blue, after a storm 3 days that blew.
The wind will strip you bare of thought. The rain will wash away the karmic blot.
At the feet of the Lama you lay it down. It is his job to reveal its sound.
Monday, November 10, 2008
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