That moment
I raise the wind horse
Not for begging
Just waiting for your arrival;
that day
Build a mani pile
Not for virtue
Just to cast the stones in the lake of my heart;
that night
Listen to Sanskrit singing for a night
Not for enlightenment
Just to find a trace of your breath;
that moment
I ascend to immortality
Not for immortality
Just to wish you peace and joy;
that day
I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall
Suddenly I heard the true words in your chanting;
that month
I shake all the prayer wheels
not for transcendence
Just to touch your fingertips;
that year
Kowtow and prostrate on the mountain road
Not for audience
Just to be close to your warmth;
that life
I go around mountains, rivers, and pagodas
Not for cultivating the next life
Just to see you on the way.
——Tsangyang Gyatso
He, the Sixth Lama Tsangyang Gyatso, is a divine king and a mortal, wandering between gods and humans;
He was born in a poor peasant family, but was promoted to the throne of the distinguished Dharma King; he yearned for secular life, but was isolated from the world; he longed for passionate love, but was restricted by the rules and regulations that prohibited love and marriage; he had no intention of political struggle, but became a political victim of the struggle for power and gain.
The morning bells and evening drums, the green lanterns of the ancient Buddha, cut off the mundane love that keeps lingering in the heart; the auspicious clouds and Bodhisattva, and the Buddha's light shining everywhere, cannot tolerate the straightforward temperament that dares to love or hate.
If there is an afterlife, I just want to be a mortal for the rest of my life. Even if I am impoverished and homeless, as long as I can laugh, sing, cry, and fulfill my wishes!