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FIRST THOUGHT BEST THOUGHT, 108 POEMS

THE SPONTANEOUS SONG OF ENTERING INTO THE BLESSINGS AND PROFOUND SAMAYA OF THE ONLY FATHER GURU

Shri Heruka, the unchanging vajra mind,

The primordial buddha, all-pervading, the protector of all,

Padma Trime, you are the lord, the embodiment of all the victorious

ones.

You are always reflected in the clear mirror of my mind.

 

In the space of innate ground mahamudra,

The dance of the self-luminous vajra queen takes place,

And passion and aggression, the movements of the mind, become

the wheel of wisdom;

What joy it is to see the great ultimate mandala!

 

The confidence of the unflinching youthful warrior flourishes,

Cutting the aortas of the degraded three lords of materialism

And dancing the sword dance of penetrating insight;

This is the blessing of my only father guru.

 

Inviting the rays of the waxing moon, Vajra Avalokiteshvara,

The tide of the ocean of compassion swells,

Your only son, Chokyi Gyatso, blossoms as a white lotus;

This is due to the limitless buddha activity of my guru.

 

In the vast space of mahashunyata, devoid of all expression,

The wings of simplicity and luminosity spread

As the snake-knot of conceptual mind uncoils in space;

Only father guru, I can never repay your kindness.

 

Alone, following the example of the youthful son of the victorious

ones,

Riding the chariot of the limitless six paramitas,

Inviting infinite sentient beings as passengers,

Raising the banner of the magnificent bodhisattvas,

I continue as your heir, my only father guru.

 

Like a mountain, without the complexities of movement,

I meditate in the nature of the seven vajras,

Subjugating Rudra with the hundred rays of deva, mantra, and

mudra,

Beating the victory drum of the great secret vajrayana,

I fulfill the wishes of my only father, the authentic guru.

 

In the sky of dharmadhatu, which exhausts the conventions of the nine

yanas,

Gathering rainclouds thick with the blessing of the ultimate lineage,

Roaring the thunder of relentless crazy wisdom,

Bringing down the rain that cools the hot anguish of the dark age,

As I transform existence into a heavenly wheel of dharma,

Please, my only father, authentic guru, come as my guest.

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