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My Rabsel Dawa

I was lost
Wandering this samsaric wilderness
Groping in the blackness of my mind
My Rabsel Dawa, My Brilliant Moon
Perfect in every aspect
The stars adorn your brilliance
like jewels of wisdom
You arose to illuminate the darkness
That enveloped the valleys of my heart
You soothed the tides of inner turmoil
Calming these ocean of thoughts
Gazing at your gentle luminous face
They calmed the passionate fires of ignorance
That burned the forests of my soul
Bathing in your radiance
The cold bitterness of samsara fades
Clearing like the winter skies at dawn
I find comfort in knowing that
The greater the darkness of the night
The brighter you'll shine upon us
That wisdom light of compassion and love.

29/10/09

A lifetime

A thousand experiences could never reveal
the wisdom, her secrets in those innocent smiles
and deep dark eyes.
She searches and finds-my soul.
This tiny and fragile person,
already a woman, a saint, an imp
What peace settles over me
just watching this angelic cherub slumbering
Remembering, savouring,
each different smile,
every kind of frown,
her giggles and peals of rumbling laughter,
her tears
Each moment unto itself
I am blessed every second, every hour and each day,
the experience of life with my daughter

March 7th 2006
You

The green silence of the twilight
the humming of the cicadas
the lazy mists lying upon the mountain peaks
the lightness of the summer rains
the rippling upon the surface of the pond
the lone butterfly fluttering overhead
that single perfect lotus emerging from the muddied waters
the cool healing breeze in the scorching heat
the smile on my children's lips
you are everywhere
ever present
in my mind.

A few of my all time favourite poets & poems

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood
 

Pablo Neruda

If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!   

Rudyard Kipling

     

 

YEEWONG NOVEMBER 2012 ISSUE

Mother and daughter moments

I never thought that my daughter Tashi would be asking me about jokes, here are some of the lines she asked me:
TT: Where does a horse go when they're sick? 
Mom:..ooh oh I got this one..Horsepital

TT: What do ghosts wear in cars?
Mom:...uhhh
TT: Sheetbelts

TT: Why cant you tell a pig a secret?
Mom:???
TT: Because it will squeal on you


lol

Personal Favourites from Rabindranath Tagore

Those who are near me do not know that you are nearer to me than they are

Those who speak to me do not know that my heart is full with your unspoken words

Those who crowd in my path do not know that I am walking alone with you

Those who love me do not know that their love brings you to my heart

 

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.



Perhaps the crescent moon smiles in doubt
at being told that it is a fragment
awaiting perfection.

Here I Love You by Pablo Neruda

Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorous on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.

The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh the black cross of a ship.
Alone.


Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.

Here I love you.
Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain.
I love you still among these cold things.
Sometimes my kisses go on those heavy vessels
that cross the sea towards no arrival.
I see myself forgotten like those old anchors.

The piers sadden when the afternoon moors there.
My life grows tired, hungry to no purpose.
I love what I do not have. You are so far.
My loathing wrestles with the slow twilights.
But night comes and starts to sing to me.

The moon turns its clockwork dream.
The biggest stars look at me with your eyes.
And as I love you, the pines in the wind
want to sing your name with their leaves of wire

Acknowledgement extracted from ZP book

First and foremost, my deepest gratitude and love to my beloved mother, without whose unconditional great love, compassion and integrity, I would never have had the capacity, wisdom not the inner strength to have come this far upon my personal and spiritual journey. I cannot ever fathom to repay her kindness for guiding me towards the path Dharma and for allowing me to spend every precious moment of my childhood with our spiritual root Guru, the late Kyabje Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche. She is one of the reasons why I strive and hope to become a better person and she is the one person without whom I cannot imagine life without.

And to my grandmother, Her Majesty Royal Grandmother, who is the source of our daily inspiration, not only for this book, but in our personal lives. Her magnanimity, love and great kindness for us as a family, have been the beacon of goodness and richness that has gifted us with much bountiful happiness and spiritual fulfillment in this life. I am every deeply grateful for all that she has given, in wisdom, affection, loving kindness and care.

I would not have been able to complete any work, let alone a single sentence without the kind continual help and support of my grandmother, my mother, my extended family, friends and household members(who took many hours of their time to tirelessly look after and entertain my three dear yet active children.)

And of course to my colleagues, without whom this book would never have been complete; their dedication, determination and passion never ceased to inspire and motivate me every single moment during our work towards the completion of all three books.

Last but not the least, no words nor in any life time could I ever imagine to repay the kindness and compassionate love that my spiritual teacher, the late Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche, has showered upon myself and my family. Every joy and happiness I share each day, and every hurdle in life I face, he is the sole source from which I draw my courage, my love and devotion; every fibre of my being is etched with the memories of his nobility, his grace and warmth. He is the epitome of an exemplar spiritual teacher, who is in every way truly Guru Rinpoche himself in person.

May this inspirational piece of collective works that auspiciously fell into place, bring joy, progress and benefit to, not only the people and Kingdom of Bhutan, but for all those who seek the spiritual path of wisdom; may the seed of spirituality be planted within our hearts; to grow and ripen into great Bodhisattvas.

Kesang Choden T. Wangchuck