Saturday, September 4, 2021

Drolma Dharmakaya

Mother Space of the beginningless end
Ineffable and ever present
Your touch is my very skin
Free us from the imprisoning mind
From the coarse eyes that only perceive lies
I hear with delight the melody of life and death
Without moving from you
Teach me the presence of emptiness
in the whirlwind of appearances

—Padma Drolma

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