From the very heart of compassion,
You came to the borderlands
To tear asunder hope and fear.
From the vault of your vast sky mind,
The blessings of pure dharma
Came, like a sweet rain,
Long awaited.
Due to your great kindness,
The lost sangha assembled
And the holy places arose.
The pinnacle teachings rested firmly
On the foundation of pure motivation,
And you never let us forget impermanence.
Now, without your physical body to comfort us,
We grieve without tears,
Immersed in the blessing
Of mind beyond all extremes.
A year later we reunited among snow peaks
In homage to the mahaguru,
Amidst a great fire puja
Led by lineage lamas in the four directions.
Clouds of white blessing smoke,
Liberating by sight and smell,
Filled the lungs.
There was no separation.
After the ceremony,
Few remained
To witness the sudden appearance
Of the clear flame, a great butter lamp offering.
One second a flaming heruka,
One second a fiery snow lion,
One second a fire horse—
The flames leaped into space.
The eyes of Rinpoche’s vast vision,
The tongue of Rinpoche’s continuous dharma teachings,
And the heart of Rinpoche’s boundless compassion
Remain with us.
—Lama Norbu
From the very heart of compassion,
You came to the borderlands
To tear asunder hope and fear.
From the vault of your vast sky mind,
The blessings of pure dharma
Came, like a sweet rain,
Long awaited.
Due to your great kindness,
The lost sangha assembled
And the holy places arose.
The pinnacle teachings rested firmly
On the foundation of pure motivation,
And you never let us forget impermanence.
Now, without your physical body to comfort us,
We grieve without tears,
Immersed in the blessing
Of mind beyond all extremes.
A year later we reunited among snow peaks
In homage to the mahaguru,
Amidst a great fire puja
Led by lineage lamas in the four directions.
Clouds of white blessing smoke,
Liberating by sight and smell,
Filled the lungs.
There was no separation.
After the ceremony,
Few remained
To witness the sudden appearance
Of the clear flame, a great butter lamp offering.
One second a flaming heruka,
One second a fiery snow lion,
One second a fire horse—
The flames leaped into space.
The eyes of Rinpoche’s vast vision,
The tongue of Rinpoche’s continuous dharma teachings,
And the heart of Rinpoche’s boundless compassion
Remain with us.
—Lama Norbu
From the very heart of compassion,
You came to the borderlands
To tear asunder hope and fear.
From the vault of your vast sky mind,
The blessings of pure dharma
Came, like a sweet rain,
Long awaited.
Due to your great kindness,
The lost sangha assembled
And the holy places arose.
The pinnacle teachings rested firmly
On the foundation of pure motivation,
And you never let us forget impermanence.
Now, without your physical body to comfort us,
We grieve without tears,
Immersed in the blessing
Of mind beyond all extremes.
A year later we reunited among snow peaks
In homage to the mahaguru,
Amidst a great fire puja
Led by lineage lamas in the four directions.
Clouds of white blessing smoke,
Liberating by sight and smell,
Filled the lungs.
There was no separation.
After the ceremony,
Few remained
To witness the sudden appearance
Of the clear flame, a great butter lamp offering.
One second a flaming heruka,
One second a fiery snow lion,
One second a fire horse—
The flames leaped into space.
The eyes of Rinpoche’s vast vision,
The tongue of Rinpoche’s continuous dharma teachings,
And the heart of Rinpoche’s boundless compassion
Remain with us.
—Lama Norbu
From the very heart of compassion,
You came to the borderlands
To tear asunder hope and fear.
From the vault of your vast sky mind,
The blessings of pure dharma
Came, like a sweet rain,
Long awaited.
Due to your great kindness,
The lost sangha assembled
And the holy places arose.
The pinnacle teachings rested firmly
On the foundation of pure motivation,
And you never let us forget impermanence.
Now, without your physical body to comfort us,
We grieve without tears,
Immersed in the blessing
Of mind beyond all extremes.
A year later we reunited among snow peaks
In homage to the mahaguru,
Amidst a great fire puja
Led by lineage lamas in the four directions.
Clouds of white blessing smoke,
Liberating by sight and smell,
Filled the lungs.
There was no separation.
After the ceremony,
Few remained
To witness the sudden appearance
Of the clear flame, a great butter lamp offering.
One second a flaming heruka,
One second a fiery snow lion,
One second a fire horse—
The flames leaped into space.
The eyes of Rinpoche’s vast vision,
The tongue of Rinpoche’s continuous dharma teachings,
And the heart of Rinpoche’s boundless compassion
Remain with us.
—Lama Norbu
From the very heart of compassion,
You came to the borderlands
To tear asunder hope and fear.
From the vault of your vast sky mind,
The blessings of pure dharma
Came, like a sweet rain,
Long awaited.
Due to your great kindness,
The lost sangha assembled
And the holy places arose.
The pinnacle teachings rested firmly
On the foundation of pure motivation,
And you never let us forget impermanence.
Now, without your physical body to comfort us,
We grieve without tears,
Immersed in the blessing
Of mind beyond all extremes.
A year later we reunited among snow peaks
In homage to the mahaguru,
Amidst a great fire puja
Led by lineage lamas in the four directions.
Clouds of white blessing smoke,
Liberating by sight and smell,
Filled the lungs.
There was no separation.
After the ceremony,
Few remained
To witness the sudden appearance
Of the clear flame, a great butter lamp offering.
One second a flaming heruka,
One second a fiery snow lion,
One second a fire horse—
The flames leaped into space.
The eyes of Rinpoche’s vast vision,
The tongue of Rinpoche’s continuous dharma teachings,
And the heart of Rinpoche’s boundless compassion
Remain with us.
—Lama Norbu
