A wanderer from the West Did go upon an unclear path. As bone and flesh, alone they went Through dark unholiness. A wonder, ‘Can I find myself?’ Brought clearing and a voice, ‘Nobly Born, seek spiritual dawn The path is open, it’s your choice.’
Along the path, Death, Mirror of future collapse. Animal powers surround and protect The teacher as a Corpse. The teaching is taken. The Sun emerges. Book of the Dead Direct me, Ressurect me.
Climbing the mountain, slipping and Falling, struggling to upper reaches, The path of practice can be long And arduous as it teaches. Holy Book ignites a Vision, Seeker becomes Seer. Karmic preparation allows The face of the Guru to appear.
Awareness supreme and central, Voidness radiant and clear, Inner sun, outer sun, non-dual, In the heart no desire or fear. The three worlds are united, From lesser to greater Being. Visions spontaneously liberate As vastness nakedly seeing. Guardians cut loose my empty husk, A human skin pelt of turquoise sky. Reveal the mandala of Great Perfection, A resplendent Buddha, I.
The essential Vajra teaching, Condensed in a rainbow sun, Transmits a fractal message, ‘Wake up, Everyone!’ The inspired yogi reaches For universal truth’s jewel, Encoded in a heart drop, Or a crystalline molecule.
Diamond scepter Vajra, Pure of stain or ill, Now has found its heart home As the engine of creative will. Empowered to penetrate others, With primordial waves of bliss, Shimmering resonant love webs Spread out to boundlessness.
All beings and things included in the Bodhisattva’s vow. Therefore a return to ‘the world’ but in touch with the timeless now. An elixer of wisdom and compassion does Maitreya bring to all. ‘Everyone is a future Buddha. Listen deep for the inner call.
