Ngawang Kundrol For Kyabje Trulshik Rinpoche
My Master is like the sky
Not delimitated by substancial things
For sky like light pours through everywhere
Without movement.
My Master is transparency
That reveals itself not as in a dream
But present and unmoving
He reveals the dream.
My Master’s patience has no equal
Even as my mind turns upon itself
His smile holds me intact
On a bright moon sliver.
My Master is the rain and night I see
And the cold I feel on my feet
And through all things I separate
He loves seamlessly.
Photos by Tom Brosnam
Dispelling the Darkness of Obscurations
Recognising our true essence at the Dawning of the Dharmadatu
