Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche gave the empowerments and scriptural transmissions for the treasures of Dudjom Lingpa from April 22 to May 19 at Rigdzin Ling. Rinpoche received these empowerments from H.H. Dudjom Rinpoche, a reincarnation of Dudjom Lingpa, a supreme holder of realization and treasure discoverer. The event was attended by Tharchin Rinpoche and Lama Sonam Tsering as well as practitioners from across the United States and as far away as Europe and Australia. The following poems share the impressions of two of Rinpoche' s students who attended the entire event.
In the chill dawn air, the morning fog is cut with the sharp enlivening
sounds of the reed horns,
reminding us of the purpose of our lives,
of our presence at Rigdzin Ling.
Rinpoche, awake–always awake–protects us
from slipping into irretrievable laziness and sets the pace–
always forward, regardless:
Like the buddhas of old, never calculating how many beings are liberated from samsara,
only considering what is yet to be done.
The collective aspirations come together
in this home of a wishfulfilling jewel.
The land vibrates with sounds of forgiveness,
no longer the ravaged victim, but a richly adorned home of absolute goodness.
We hear, "This is the time for the Treasures of Dudjom."
We think, "This is the treasure land revealed for Dudjom."
A shrine room grows to sturdy maturity, vast and secure.
A dharma fortress for activities beyond ordinary conceptions.
The need arises and a kitchen emerges, impermanent,
with perfect harmony, dissolving back again like a great
bodhisattva from the pure land
whose only purpose is to nourish and protect.
The sandy earth swells up, is pocked down, and, like a celestial
mansion, becomes a prajnaparamita retreat castle.
Endless amrita dripping from the faces of the thousand-armed workers
holds down the gusting dust,
keeping the vision of the lama's face always sharp and clear.
The land moves and shifts into place–
a reservoir absorbing the streams of purifying rinse
water flowing every day.
Prayer wheel mantras, by the billions,
endless streams of liberating sound.
This must be the time for Dudjom.
This must be the place for Dudjom.
This is where holders of intrinsic awareness gather to enjoy
the dharma feast,
Where the faithful gather to offer the best and worst of
themselves,
Where 'this' dissolves into the purity of the lama's intention
And all wishes are fulfilled.
Even the historic moment of the transmissions doesn't matter anymore.
The lama's endless buddhamind manifestations
maturing and liberating the faithful.
We are filled with wonder, determination and gratitude.
No one, here or not, will ever be the same.
This is the Buddha's promise.
This is the lama's blessing.
Richard Baldwin
Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche gave the empowerments and scriptural transmissions for the treasures of Dudjom Lingpa from April 22 to May 19 at Rigdzin Ling. Rinpoche received these empowerments from H.H. Dudjom Rinpoche, a reincarnation of Dudjom Lingpa, a supreme holder of realization and treasure discoverer. The event was attended by Tharchin Rinpoche and Lama Sonam Tsering as well as practitioners from across the United States and as far away as Europe and Australia. The following poems share the impressions of two of Rinpoche' s students who attended the entire event.
In the chill dawn air, the morning fog is cut with the sharp enlivening
sounds of the reed horns,
reminding us of the purpose of our lives,
of our presence at Rigdzin Ling.
Rinpoche, awake–always awake–protects us
from slipping into irretrievable laziness and sets the pace–
always forward, regardless:
Like the buddhas of old, never calculating how many beings are liberated from samsara,
only considering what is yet to be done.
The collective aspirations come together
in this home of a wishfulfilling jewel.
The land vibrates with sounds of forgiveness,
no longer the ravaged victim, but a richly adorned home of absolute goodness.
We hear, "This is the time for the Treasures of Dudjom."
We think, "This is the treasure land revealed for Dudjom."
A shrine room grows to sturdy maturity, vast and secure.
A dharma fortress for activities beyond ordinary conceptions.
The need arises and a kitchen emerges, impermanent,
with perfect harmony, dissolving back again like a great
bodhisattva from the pure land
whose only purpose is to nourish and protect.
The sandy earth swells up, is pocked down, and, like a celestial
mansion, becomes a prajnaparamita retreat castle.
Endless amrita dripping from the faces of the thousand-armed workers
holds down the gusting dust,
keeping the vision of the lama's face always sharp and clear.
The land moves and shifts into place–
a reservoir absorbing the streams of purifying rinse
water flowing every day.
Prayer wheel mantras, by the billions,
endless streams of liberating sound.
This must be the time for Dudjom.
This must be the place for Dudjom.
This is where holders of intrinsic awareness gather to enjoy
the dharma feast,
Where the faithful gather to offer the best and worst of
themselves,
Where 'this' dissolves into the purity of the lama's intention
And all wishes are fulfilled.
Even the historic moment of the transmissions doesn't matter anymore.
The lama's endless buddhamind manifestations
maturing and liberating the faithful.
We are filled with wonder, determination and gratitude.
No one, here or not, will ever be the same.
This is the Buddha's promise.
This is the lama's blessing.
Richard Baldwin
Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche gave the empowerments and scriptural transmissions for the treasures of Dudjom Lingpa from April 22 to May 19 at Rigdzin Ling. Rinpoche received these empowerments from H.H. Dudjom Rinpoche, a reincarnation of Dudjom Lingpa, a supreme holder of realization and treasure discoverer. The event was attended by Tharchin Rinpoche and Lama Sonam Tsering as well as practitioners from across the United States and as far away as Europe and Australia. The following poems share the impressions of two of Rinpoche' s students who attended the entire event.
In the chill dawn air, the morning fog is cut with the sharp enlivening
sounds of the reed horns,
reminding us of the purpose of our lives,
of our presence at Rigdzin Ling.
Rinpoche, awake–always awake–protects us
from slipping into irretrievable laziness and sets the pace–
always forward, regardless:
Like the buddhas of old, never calculating how many beings are liberated from samsara,
only considering what is yet to be done.
The collective aspirations come together
in this home of a wishfulfilling jewel.
The land vibrates with sounds of forgiveness,
no longer the ravaged victim, but a richly adorned home of absolute goodness.
We hear, "This is the time for the Treasures of Dudjom."
We think, "This is the treasure land revealed for Dudjom."
A shrine room grows to sturdy maturity, vast and secure.
A dharma fortress for activities beyond ordinary conceptions.
The need arises and a kitchen emerges, impermanent,
with perfect harmony, dissolving back again like a great
bodhisattva from the pure land
whose only purpose is to nourish and protect.
The sandy earth swells up, is pocked down, and, like a celestial
mansion, becomes a prajnaparamita retreat castle.
Endless amrita dripping from the faces of the thousand-armed workers
holds down the gusting dust,
keeping the vision of the lama's face always sharp and clear.
The land moves and shifts into place–
a reservoir absorbing the streams of purifying rinse
water flowing every day.
Prayer wheel mantras, by the billions,
endless streams of liberating sound.
This must be the time for Dudjom.
This must be the place for Dudjom.
This is where holders of intrinsic awareness gather to enjoy
the dharma feast,
Where the faithful gather to offer the best and worst of
themselves,
Where 'this' dissolves into the purity of the lama's intention
And all wishes are fulfilled.
Even the historic moment of the transmissions doesn't matter anymore.
The lama's endless buddhamind manifestations
maturing and liberating the faithful.
We are filled with wonder, determination and gratitude.
No one, here or not, will ever be the same.
This is the Buddha's promise.
This is the lama's blessing.
Richard Baldwin
Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche gave the empowerments and scriptural transmissions for the treasures of Dudjom Lingpa from April 22 to May 19 at Rigdzin Ling. Rinpoche received these empowerments from H.H. Dudjom Rinpoche, a reincarnation of Dudjom Lingpa, a supreme holder of realization and treasure discoverer. The event was attended by Tharchin Rinpoche and Lama Sonam Tsering as well as practitioners from across the United States and as far away as Europe and Australia. The following poems share the impressions of two of Rinpoche' s students who attended the entire event.
In the chill dawn air, the morning fog is cut with the sharp enlivening
sounds of the reed horns,
reminding us of the purpose of our lives,
of our presence at Rigdzin Ling.
Rinpoche, awake–always awake–protects us
from slipping into irretrievable laziness and sets the pace–
always forward, regardless:
Like the buddhas of old, never calculating how many beings are liberated from samsara,
only considering what is yet to be done.
The collective aspirations come together
in this home of a wishfulfilling jewel.
The land vibrates with sounds of forgiveness,
no longer the ravaged victim, but a richly adorned home of absolute goodness.
We hear, "This is the time for the Treasures of Dudjom."
We think, "This is the treasure land revealed for Dudjom."
A shrine room grows to sturdy maturity, vast and secure.
A dharma fortress for activities beyond ordinary conceptions.
The need arises and a kitchen emerges, impermanent,
with perfect harmony, dissolving back again like a great
bodhisattva from the pure land
whose only purpose is to nourish and protect.
The sandy earth swells up, is pocked down, and, like a celestial
mansion, becomes a prajnaparamita retreat castle.
Endless amrita dripping from the faces of the thousand-armed workers
holds down the gusting dust,
keeping the vision of the lama's face always sharp and clear.
The land moves and shifts into place–
a reservoir absorbing the streams of purifying rinse
water flowing every day.
Prayer wheel mantras, by the billions,
endless streams of liberating sound.
This must be the time for Dudjom.
This must be the place for Dudjom.
This is where holders of intrinsic awareness gather to enjoy
the dharma feast,
Where the faithful gather to offer the best and worst of
themselves,
Where 'this' dissolves into the purity of the lama's intention
And all wishes are fulfilled.
Even the historic moment of the transmissions doesn't matter anymore.
The lama's endless buddhamind manifestations
maturing and liberating the faithful.
We are filled with wonder, determination and gratitude.
No one, here or not, will ever be the same.
This is the Buddha's promise.
This is the lama's blessing.
Richard Baldwin
Chagdud Tulku Rinpoche gave the empowerments and scriptural transmissions for the treasures of Dudjom Lingpa from April 22 to May 19 at Rigdzin Ling. Rinpoche received these empowerments from H.H. Dudjom Rinpoche, a reincarnation of Dudjom Lingpa, a supreme holder of realization and treasure discoverer. The event was attended by Tharchin Rinpoche and Lama Sonam Tsering as well as practitioners from across the United States and as far away as Europe and Australia. The following poems share the impressions of two of Rinpoche' s students who attended the entire event.
In the chill dawn air, the morning fog is cut with the sharp enlivening
sounds of the reed horns,
reminding us of the purpose of our lives,
of our presence at Rigdzin Ling.
Rinpoche, awake–always awake–protects us
from slipping into irretrievable laziness and sets the pace–
always forward, regardless:
Like the buddhas of old, never calculating how many beings are liberated from samsara,
only considering what is yet to be done.
The collective aspirations come together
in this home of a wishfulfilling jewel.
The land vibrates with sounds of forgiveness,
no longer the ravaged victim, but a richly adorned home of absolute goodness.
We hear, "This is the time for the Treasures of Dudjom."
We think, "This is the treasure land revealed for Dudjom."
A shrine room grows to sturdy maturity, vast and secure.
A dharma fortress for activities beyond ordinary conceptions.
The need arises and a kitchen emerges, impermanent,
with perfect harmony, dissolving back again like a great
bodhisattva from the pure land
whose only purpose is to nourish and protect.
The sandy earth swells up, is pocked down, and, like a celestial
mansion, becomes a prajnaparamita retreat castle.
Endless amrita dripping from the faces of the thousand-armed workers
holds down the gusting dust,
keeping the vision of the lama's face always sharp and clear.
The land moves and shifts into place–
a reservoir absorbing the streams of purifying rinse
water flowing every day.
Prayer wheel mantras, by the billions,
endless streams of liberating sound.
This must be the time for Dudjom.
This must be the place for Dudjom.
This is where holders of intrinsic awareness gather to enjoy
the dharma feast,
Where the faithful gather to offer the best and worst of
themselves,
Where 'this' dissolves into the purity of the lama's intention
And all wishes are fulfilled.
Even the historic moment of the transmissions doesn't matter anymore.
The lama's endless buddhamind manifestations
maturing and liberating the faithful.
We are filled with wonder, determination and gratitude.
No one, here or not, will ever be the same.
This is the Buddha's promise.
This is the lama's blessing.
Richard Baldwin
