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. Accepted by the guru, I was able to obtain empowerments,

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

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

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

Grant your blessing that wholesome thoughts arise deep from within. Grant your blessing that I hold the dharmakaya citadel. Grant your blessing that all conduct with those with whom I have a karmic link may be meaningful. Grant your blessing that I be able to establish Dharma as my ultimate innermost goal. . Indestructible primordial wakeful awareness. Grant your blessing that I be unconcerned at the time of death. Grant your blessing that I remember the uncertainty of the time of death. Grant your blessing that I develop unfabricated devotion and respect. cruel.Grant your blessing that I have no wish to see the faults of others. Grant your blessing that desire may lessen and contentment increase. By means of the great weapon. Grant your blessing that I see nondual wakefulness. Grant your blessing that I free my mindstream the innermost practice. Grant your blessing that I develop trust in Dharma. Grant your blessing that I recognize my own innate wakefulness. Grant your blessing that evil. and vicious thoughts be pacified. 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 practice impartial pure perception. Grant your blessing that I persevere. Grant your blessing that I gain the great effortless certainty. seeing that I have so little time left. Grant your blessing that the duality of hope and fear be extinguished.

” But although I was thinking of writing one. confession of faults. in the unending great bliss of Nyema’s feast May we always enjoy the activity That is beyond joining and parting. “Why haven’t you asked about the writing of that prayer?” That next morning.” Then I thought. when we were discussing the dreams and the prayer. I should write a prayer reminding the Compassionate Ones of their vows to help beings. In order to protect people from these dangers. my wisdom consort Rigdzin Wangmo had a dream in which appeared a female companion who had often appeared in her dreams. “These days there is danger from disease. Jigdral Yeshe Dorje (1904-1988) Colophon This is a supplication. I said. Dudjom Rinpoche. Later. saying. and an aspiration-prayer combined in one. One night early in Water-Pig year (1983). but not enough people who do them.May the void life-force of samsara and nirvana Both be severed.” Rigdzin Wangmo insisted. war. Without grasping. due to the distraction of . “No matter whether it’s short or long. you must write this supplication. 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. she appeared again. May I attain Samantabhadra’s kingdom in this very life! Written by H. saying. Then. at once. “There are already plenty of supplication prayers. “Now you should ask Rinpoche to write a supplication prayer. on the tenth of the waxing moon. they liberate of themselves.H. In the pervasive space of evenness. Alright?" and left. The girl said. and famine.

I didn’t have the chance. in circles toward the right. who can gain the siddhi? It is hard to see one’s own faults. Sarvatha Mangalam. when faults are. old father of the Nyingma. I had not recognized him. I was at the head of a large hall like temple. On the night of the 14th. dancing as do the Ging. and I understood it to have been advice on practicing what to accept and what to reject. Out of nowhere a young white man appeared in white clothes. In the depths of mind. although I had actually seen the face of my only father guru. Once again. making a lovely sound. So. I. you will find Buddhahood. Without. “Don’t neglect the prayer that I asked for before. wrote this from my own experience. making this aspiration. removed Enlightened qualities increase and shine forth. he rolled the cymbals. She said in the dream. If you wish to visit Buddhafields. I thought to write it on the 15th of the same month. I prayed with one-pointed mind to Guru Rinpoche. holding a pair of cymbals. After I woke up. In the end. as before. I did not forget what he had said. in my own dream. May it be of benefit. I was regretful that. I went to sleep. and danced toward me. one by one. The perfect.many events. The next morning at dawn. excellent Buddhafield is near at hand. Make them firm in your mind.” At the end of this poem. spiraling closer and closer. Develop diligence to practice The essence of the teachings. and I awoke. on the evening of the 10th. . Purify ordinary deluded attachment. Jigdral Yeshe Dorje. He said: “If you want to establish the teachings. There is a great need for it!” So. with long hair spread out over his shoulders. he rolled the cymbals and then crashed them together. pointing them out to oneself Is a crucial instruction. asking for his blessing in order to compose the prayer. the girl appeared.

not returning provocation even though one has been provoked.Notes The four dharma practices: not returning verbal abuse. not returning anger for anger. . not returning physical abuse.

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