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My precious mother
Does it not incur pain in your precious body
That for the nine months you have held me sacred
In the delicate womb just below your pumping heart?
How have you sacrificed that nine months for me?
And that when I was brought out of it
It pains you every time with agony
Of having to feed me and keep me clean
In hope I may grow up to be someone you love?
In my growing years into adulthood
Have I not put you down again and again
By not doing the things you intended me to
For my personal growth and good?
Yet, in these times
I have done nothing but inclined myself
To the spiritual pursuit where I belong
And have the utmost yearning for?
My noble father
It has been a decade since you breathe your last
And for that last days of your delicate human life
You have sought to love us more than yourself
How are you on the other end?
During my growing years
Mother have done so much to raise us up
But I remember that you came home late
And filled the entire house with smoke instead
Have I ever, in any way admired you
In any manner, shape or form
That I held you dear, an idol to behold?
Or has it been just infused hate unjust?
Do I love you now like the times I did before?
Or am I another egoistic you?
Who cared less for the people around me
But made sure I lived good as to myself?
But the Buddha taught me not
To harbor sad feelings like the Dharma blessed
Instead love you like the harmonious Sangha would
Care for others more than themselves
I beg the Lord
Grantor of Supreme Bliss
Provide you with a place of refuge
So that when time’s end comes
I may meet you again
My noble and precious Guru
Your presence is more than an environmental cause
But entirely mind blowing to the weakling like myself
For you showered me with the love I needed more than yourself
May I strive in your enlightened ways
So that I may live this life to the fullest
Like what you have always reminded me of
The things that I am supposed to fulfill
I have faith that the lineage Masters
Would not have crowned you King
Without the sanctity of their Stainless Wisdom
And the golden heart to benefit the living
My blessed and most supreme Guru-Yidam
Prophesized by the Universal King Himself
You have done more than ultimate good to mankind
For your entire life has been awe and inspiring to us
Lama Losang Tubwang Dorje Chang
An epithet wondrous and supremely profound
Embodying the whole pantheon of Buddha’s
Sacred body, speech and mind of the three times
It is my, your disheartened disciple’s worthless faith
That you have picked me up from the sea of Samsara
And have put me by your side in constant love and care
So that I may one day be just like you to benefit others
Oh goodness, what have I done
In this life or sometime in the ages past
To be worthy of your unwavering care
My lord, my guardian, most Powerful Protector
With the sacred hook of your Great Compassion
Again and again you have brought me back to the path
Where I belong and no one else can change this fate
But the unceasing delusion and attachment of myself
Such is your wisdom, most sublime
For you can see through the potential in me
More than the muddled eyes of myself
Or any soothsayers mongering on their personal fame
Does it not incur pain in your precious body
That for the nine months you have held me sacred
In the delicate womb just below your pumping heart?
How have you sacrificed that nine months for me?
And that when I was brought out of it
It pains you every time with agony
Of having to feed me and keep me clean
In hope I may grow up to be someone you love?
In my growing years into adulthood
Have I not put you down again and again
By not doing the things you intended me to
For my personal growth and good?
Yet, in these times
I have done nothing but inclined myself
To the spiritual pursuit where I belong
And have the utmost yearning for?
My noble father
It has been a decade since you breathe your last
And for that last days of your delicate human life
You have sought to love us more than yourself
How are you on the other end?
During my growing years
Mother have done so much to raise us up
But I remember that you came home late
And filled the entire house with smoke instead
Have I ever, in any way admired you
In any manner, shape or form
That I held you dear, an idol to behold?
Or has it been just infused hate unjust?
Do I love you now like the times I did before?
Or am I another egoistic you?
Who cared less for the people around me
But made sure I lived good as to myself?
But the Buddha taught me not
To harbor sad feelings like the Dharma blessed
Instead love you like the harmonious Sangha would
Care for others more than themselves
I beg the Lord
Grantor of Supreme Bliss
Provide you with a place of refuge
So that when time’s end comes
I may meet you again
My noble and precious Guru
Your presence is more than an environmental cause
But entirely mind blowing to the weakling like myself
For you showered me with the love I needed more than yourself
May I strive in your enlightened ways
So that I may live this life to the fullest
Like what you have always reminded me of
The things that I am supposed to fulfill
I have faith that the lineage Masters
Would not have crowned you King
Without the sanctity of their Stainless Wisdom
And the golden heart to benefit the living
My blessed and most supreme Guru-Yidam
Prophesized by the Universal King Himself
You have done more than ultimate good to mankind
For your entire life has been awe and inspiring to us
Lama Losang Tubwang Dorje Chang
An epithet wondrous and supremely profound
Embodying the whole pantheon of Buddha’s
Sacred body, speech and mind of the three times
It is my, your disheartened disciple’s worthless faith
That you have picked me up from the sea of Samsara
And have put me by your side in constant love and care
So that I may one day be just like you to benefit others
Oh goodness, what have I done
In this life or sometime in the ages past
To be worthy of your unwavering care
My lord, my guardian, most Powerful Protector
With the sacred hook of your Great Compassion
Again and again you have brought me back to the path
Where I belong and no one else can change this fate
But the unceasing delusion and attachment of myself
Such is your wisdom, most sublime
For you can see through the potential in me
More than the muddled eyes of myself
Or any soothsayers mongering on their personal fame