A Spring Day - Kelsang Gyatso

[Larry Robinson]

A Spring Day  

On the eighth day of a spring month, in a time called the white year,
I tried to hold my mind and make it 
still— 
my mind that wanders aimlessly.
Repeatedly I tried, ever more dejectedly.
I wished to merge my mind
in the sky of unstained space;
I wished to float my body
lightly, in dancing clouds.
Like a breeze in the open air,
my mind yearns to drift, ill at ease 
in rest.
Yet now, before the sun turns red
and sets,
may I leave this place, this gaping 
state— 
a field of lotus groves, spacious,
blissful,
a mind at ease and joyful.


	- Kelsang Gyatso, seventh Dalai Lama
	   (Translated by Thupten Jinpa and Jas’ Elsner)




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