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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.
My whole life has been spent practicing this and practicing that
With nothing in my hands to show for it,
No attainment.
Grant your blessing that I have no wish to see the faults of others.
Grant your blessing that evil, cruel, and vicious thoughts be pacified.
Grant your blessing that wholesome thoughts arise deep from within.
Grant your blessing that desire may lessen and contentment increase.
Grant your blessing that I remember the uncertainty of the time of death.
Grant your blessing that I persevere, seeing that I have so little time left.
Grant your blessing that I be able to establish Dharma as my ultimate innermost goal.
Grant your blessing that the fruit of my practice may ripen quickly.
Grant your blessing that all conduct with those with whom I have a karmic link may be meaningful.
Grant your blessing that the duality of hope and fear be extinguished.
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One night early in Water-Pig year (1983), my wisdom consort Rigdzin Wangmo had a dream in which
appeared a female companion who had often appeared in her dreams. The girl said, "Now you should ask
Rinpoche to write a supplication prayer. Alright?" and left. Later, on the tenth of the waxing moon, she
appeared again, saying, "Why haven't you asked about the writing of that prayer?"
That next morning, when we were discussing the dreams and the prayer, I said, "There are already plenty of
supplication prayers, but not enough people who do them." Rigdzin Wangmo insisted, saying, "No matter
whether it's short or long, you must write this supplication."
Then I thought, "These days there is danger from disease, war, and famine. In order to protect people from
these dangers, I should write a prayer reminding the Compassionate Ones of their vows to help beings."
But although I was thinking of writing one, due to the distraction of many events, I didn't have the chance.
Once again, on the evening of the 10th, the girl appeared, as before. She said in the dream, "Don't neglect
the prayer that I asked for before. There is a great need for it!"
So, I thought to write it on the 15th of the same month. On the night of the 14th, I prayed with one-pointed
mind to Guru Rinpoche, asking for his blessing in order to compose the prayer, making this aspiration, I
went to sleep.
The next morning at dawn, in my own dream, I was at the head of a large hall like temple. Out of nowhere
a young white man appeared in white clothes, with long hair spread out over his shoulders, holding a pair
of cymbals. he rolled the cymbals, making a lovely sound, and danced toward me, spiraling closer and
closer, in circles toward the right, dancing as do the Ging. He said:
At the end of this poem, he rolled the cymbals and then crashed them together, and I awoke. After I woke
up, I did not forget what he had said, and I understood it to have been advice on practicing what to accept
and what to reject. I was regretful that, although I had actually seen the face of my only father guru, I had
not recognized him.
I, Jigdral Yeshe Dorje, old father of the Nyingma, wrote this from my own experience. May it be of benefit.
Sarvatha Mangalam.