Cangyang Gyatso: That day, that year, that life
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On that day,
I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the prayer hall,
I heard the truth of your chant at dusk.
That month,
I shake all the prayer cylinders,
Not for excess,
Just to touch your fingertips.
That year,
Kowtowing on the mountain road,
Not for the sake of an audience,
Just to stick to your warmth.
In that life,
Turn the mountains and rivers to the pagoda,
Not for the sake of cultivating the afterlife,
Just to see you on the way.
That night,
I listened to Sanskrit chanting for a night;
Not for enlightenment,
Just to find a trace of your breath.
At that moment,
I raise the wind horse;
Not for begging,
Just waiting for your arrival.
Na Moment,
I soared into immortality;
Not for immortality,
To bless you with peace and joy.
It's just that
That very night,
I forgot everything,
Leaving behind faith,
renunciation of reincarnation;
Just for,
The rose that wept before the Buddha,
It has long lost its lustre......
- Cangyang Gyatso: "That Day"
