Spontaneously arose from the longing for Guru in my Summer retreat 31 July 2008
My precious Root Guru, Ngawang Khrenrab Lekshey Gyatso, I bow to you.
Can you please send a messenger so we know if there is sky where you are, and if so, what colour is your sky?
Can you please send a messenger so that we know if there is day and night where you are?
Can you please send a messenger so we know the name of your place?
Can you please send a messenger so we know you are blessing us with your wisdom mind and embracing us with your endless love?
Can you please send a messenger, perhaps sister Gold, so there'll always be land for crops and a place called home where we can rest our foolish tired mind? Here where we are, our sky is blue, she is yellow in colour and we label her Earth.
Can you please send a messenger perhaps sister Diamond, so that there'll always be rain relieving us of draught and quenching our thirst for liberation? Here, we have day and night, she is white in colour and we label her Water.
Can you please send a messenger perhaps sister Ruby, so that there'll always be warmth in the winter and the heat of tummo will bring us dakini dancing in uma? Here, our place is called Jampudiva, she is red in colour and we label her Fire.
Can you please send a messenger perhaps sister Emerald, so that there'll always be pleasing breeze on a hot summer night and the damaru sound of blissful emptiness can be heard. Here, she is green in colour and we label her Air.
Can you please send a messenger perhaps sister Sapphire , so that there'll always be ample space for trees to grow and our heart have room to dance again. Here, she is blue in colour and we label her Space.
Can you please send a messenger perhaps perhaps perhaps? Kuji! Kuji! Kuji! So that we know you will never forsake us and you will always love us - because from the beginning which never really arose, we were one and will always be.
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