The colors of Autumn in full measure
Bring to mind the ultimate pleasure
A great Mandala, an offering treasure
I offer to the Guru, gone beyond.
If my eyes know beauty, it is His.
If the scent is sweet it is His.
If the sound is lovely, it is His.
If the breeze is silk, it is His.
He who brought to me in this life
The ancient wisdom again, that Light.
The root of accomplishment, that One.
Only He warms my heart like the sun.
He will come again in glory
To sing His precious, ancient story.
Never mind the time of tears.
I cannot doubt that He is here
Oh, Precious Jetsunma, how beautiful your words, your compassion, your devotion. The same is for me, I who beholds you in all phenomena: the dew drop on a leaf, the rays of the sun sparkling on the ocean waters, the sound of children’s laughter, and the gentle spirit of the elderly. All that I see and feel and experience, I offer to You. You are always present…..for that I say Thank You.
Does this soften your heart or what?