I pay homage to the guru. Shakyamuni, Victorious One.

Supreme guide of the realm for this fortunate aeon, Sons of the Victorious one, Assembly of noble Bodhisattvas who tame sentient beings, Lord guru, matchless savior of beings in the dark age, The three Roots and oath-bound Dharma guardians— Again and again, I ask from my heart, Recalling you with longing and one-pointed mind— Please turn your attention toward me. Take hold of me with your lovingkindness And with the power of your unhindered compassion Grant your blessings that my thoughts and aims be carried out in accord with Dharma. Through past acts, not without merit, I have obtained this precious human birth. Through past merit, not slight, I have met the sublime Dharma.

Lacking even a trace of common Dharma. With conceit. The more teaching I've received. With conceit. falls under the sway Of the enticing. "I keep the Secret Mantrayana samayas!" But.Accepted by the guru. much less holy Dharma. Now I am at a turning point: All the teachings that I've asked for. I'm unembarassed. I think. "I posses the precious Bodhisattva training!" But the Four Boundless Ones are just like pictures of a lamp. "I keep the Pratimoksha disciplines!" But the four dharma practices have been lost without a trace. Seen by others. Blessings. My body has the appearance of a practitioner. well-favored human birth And the lama's teaching are both wasted. The sixteen rules for ordinary social behavior Are just something that I've heard of. The more my vision of myself inflates. Unable to practice properly true Dharma's ten virtuous deeds. I think. With conceit. are like a myth. My bond to the teachings is short as a marmot's tail. I was able to obtain empowerments. But my mind. I slander the teachings and great beings A gather up bad karma. . Harboring sectarian bias toward the one Buddha's teachings. My mind cannot fathom the true teachings. And I have a practitioner's conceit. deceptive demon of distraction And I cannot take advantage of the wealth that is my own. I think. Seeing myself behave badly. not respecting the first root transgression. this free. like a babbling monkey. I become careless about all the rest. I'm without shame. and the essential instructions— All this wealth I now hold in my hands. Thus. All I've received. Based on Dharma I carry a great weight of evil deeds. Though intellectual analyses cannot penetrate The deep meaning of the teachings.

Instead of having pure perception. I have wrong views. In these bad times we sentient beings Are busily perfecting our bad karma. Knowing. attachment. I complain constantly. Though I rely on a teacher. Thus. And see the guru as my equal. I fear I will betray myself. Due to my weak devotion. On the inside— desire. When I practice remaining in mind's true condition I am without stability. Failing to maintain mindfulness. greed rage like fire.I can glibly explain the Four Thoughts That Turn the Mind to Dharma. But my attachment to phenomena Shows that my own mind has not truly changed. Love and respect toward my vajra friends weakens. Lacking thorough training in bodhicitta. night and day. although I am without the wrong view Of not believing in the teacher and the holy Dharma. Unable to endure a few harsh words. respect and devotion slowly ebb away. My mindstream stays hard as horn. Without enjoying a real measure of certainty in myself. we suffer a great loss. Although it is impossible that the Three Jewels betray me. falling under the sway of unawareness. On the outside—I can give a show of good behavior. I cannot even cope with ordinary endless delusion. I recognize that the ultimate teaching of sutra and tantra Is emptiness. Thinking to act for other's benefit is just a fairytale. heedlessly. Although I act as if I practice the paths of development and completion. . but can't make use of that recognition. My mind wanders into town constantly. yet I mouth off about the profound view And toss cause and effect to the winds. The love and compassion that comes about From seeing all beings of the six realms as my parents Disappears like mist. Though my body remains in isolated mountain retreat.

My whole life has been spent practicing this and practicing that With nothing in my hands to show for it. supreme Lord upon whom I rely. sole. liberating path. errant path. To wait for a rescue that can never come. Root guru who combines all refuges in one. That all my thinking has been stained By the obscuring emotions and by grasping. There are no friends to benefit and ease my mind. Be my refuge from the danger of the precipitous. Looking to others. lord of greatest kindness. Whatever samaya transgressions and violations. No attainment. Grant your blessing that I have no wish to see the faults of others. Take hold of me with your compassion. If I cannot take care of myself now. I am sickened. unfailing hope. I am only more discouraged. I won't try to conceal from those with wisdom vision. Grant the deliverance of finding the perfect. With your compassion. . Supreme refuge.When I examine myself. Not seeing that even my virtuous acts Are polluted with negativities Where else is there to end up but in the lower realms? As for the way I behave and what I've done. I see That everything I've done has only added on to my confusion. Whatever offenses against Dharma have occurred. please endure me. Bringing these to mind. And missing the one thing I need Why not go on the path of knowing the one thing that frees all? Certain. with shame and remorse recognizing my own errors. Others cannot give me refuge when hope is exhausted And I'm in the hands of the messengers of the Lord of Death. Isn't that self-deception? Thus. From the bottom of my heart. From now on. Grant your blessing that I be able to see my own faults. I supplicate you with devotion and one pointed mind. I confess. avoiding the miserable path of knowing much.

Grant your blessing that I be able to establish Dharma as my ultimate innermost goal. Grant your blessing that desire may lessen and contentment increase. cruel. in the unending great bliss of Nyema's feast . Grant your blessing that I hold the dharmakaya citadel. Grant your blessing that I develop unfabricated devotion and respect. May the void life-force of samsara and nirvana Both be severed. Grant your blessing that wholesome thoughts arise deep from within. Grant your blessing that I develop trust in Dharma. Grant your blessing that all conduct with those with whom I have a karmic link may be meaningful. Grant your blessing that I remember the uncertainty of the time of death. Grant your blessing that I practice impartial pure perception. Grant your blessing that the duality of hope and fear be extinguished. Grant your blessing that I recognize my own innate wakefulness. Then.Grant your blessing that evil. at once. Grant your blessing that I have no obstacles to practice Grant your blessing that the fruit of my practice may ripen quickly. Grant your blessing that I gain the great effortless certainty. and vicious thoughts be pacified. seeing that I have so little time left. Grant your blessing that I free my mindstream the innermost practice. Grant your blessing that I persevere. Grant your blessing that I see nondual wakefulness. By means of the great weapon. Indestructible primordial wakeful awareness. Grant your blessing that I be unconcerned at the time of death.

"No matter whether it's short or long. asking for his blessing in order . on the evening of the 10th. Later. Jigdral Yeshe Dorje (1904-1988) Colophon This is a supplication. and famine. In the pervasive space of evenness. In order to protect people from these dangers. Alright?" and left. She said in the dream. "Now you should ask Rinpoche to write a supplication prayer.May we always enjoy the activity That is beyond joining and parting. due to the distraction of many events. "There are already plenty of supplication prayers." Then I thought. "Why haven't you asked about the writing of that prayer?" That next morning. I said. when we were discussing the dreams and the prayer. but not enough people who do them. Even the word "suffering" does not exist— So who ought to be striving for happiness? In the Kingdom of Samantabhadra Happiness and suffering are of one taste. saying. on the tenth of the waxing moon. May I attain Samantabhadra's kingdom in this very life! Written by Kyabje Dudjom Rinpoche. and an aspiration-prayer combined in one. you must write this supplication. Without grasping. "These days there is danger from disease. Once again. I didn't have the chance. my wisdom consort Rigdzin Wangmo had a dream in which appeared a female companion who had often appeared in her dreams. she appeared again. There is a great need for it!" So. On the night of the 14th. I thought to write it on the 15th of the same month. One night early in Water-Pig year (1983). they liberate of themselves. the girl appeared. war." But although I was thinking of writing one. I should write a prayer reminding the Compassionate Ones of their vows to help beings. I prayed with one-pointed mind to Guru Rinpoche. as before." Rigdzin Wangmo insisted. The girl said. saying. confession of faults. "Don't neglect the prayer that I asked for before.

not returning physical abuse. pointing them out to oneself Is a crucial instruction. spiraling closer and closer. wrote this from my own experience. In the end. In the depths of mind. The next morning at dawn. and I understood it to have been advice on practicing what to accept and what to reject. I. boundless compassion. boundless joy. I did not forget what he had said. boundless equanimity.to compose the prayer. one by one. . not returning anger for anger." At the end of this poem. old father of the Nyingma. dancing as do the Ging. I went to sleep. Sarvatha Mangalam. Purify ordinary deluded attachment. in my own dream. he rolled the cymbals. with long hair spread out over his shoulders. The four boundless ones: boundless love. Jigdral Yeshe Dorje. I was at the head of a large hall like temple. in circles toward the right. although I had actually seen the face of my only father guru. Make them firm in your mind. The perfect. holding a pair of cymbals. excellent Buddhafield is near at hand. Without. when faults are. he rolled the cymbals and then crashed them together. who can gain the siddhi? It is hard to see one's own faults. not returning provocation even though one has been provoked. Develop diligence to practice The essence of the teachings. I had not recognized him. If you wish to visit Buddhafields. May it be of benefit. After I woke up. removed Enlightened qualities increase and shine forth. Out of nowhere a young white man appeared in white clothes. making a lovely sound. making this aspiration. and I awoke. Notes The four dharma practices: not returning verbal abuse. I was regretful that. He said: "If you want to establish the teachings. So. and danced toward me. you will find Buddhahood.

2) the inevitability of death. cause and effect. The four thoughts that turn the mind to Dharma: keeping in mind 1) the rarity of the free-well-favored human birth.The first root samaya transgression: disparaging one's master. 4) the vast inherent suffering of samsara. 3) the inescapability of karma. .

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