Monday, 30 June 2014

A Prayer of Aspiration for the Mountain of Glory

From a fresco in the Lerab Ling Temple

In A Great Treasure of Blessings, A Book of Prayers to Guru Rinpoche, it describes how:-

“After the death of Trisong Detsen, he stayed on in Tibet into the reign of his successors. But he knew that the rakshasa cannibal demons, inhabiting the south-western continent of Chamara—Ngayab—were set to invade and destroy India, Nepal and Tibet, and if not subdued, they would sweep the earth and destroy all human life. So, after fifty five and a half years in Tibet, in the Wood Monkey year (864), Guru Rinpoche prepared to leave, and went, accompanied by the young king Mutik Tsepo and a large gathering of disciples, to the pass of Gungthang in Mangyul. They implored him to stay, but he refused. He gave final teachings and instructions to each of them, and then, on the tenth day of the monkey month, left for the land of Ngayab Ling in the southwest, and for his manifested pure land on Zangdokpalri, the Copper Coloured Mountain of Glory.”

There are many prayers of aspiration to be reborn in this pure land of Guru Rinpoche. In the colophon of an aspiration prayer by Jikme Lingpa he says:

“Once I was alone in solitary retreat in ‘The Akanishtha Vajra Cave’, a hermitage blessed by the naturally arising enlightened speech of Padmasambhava, when early one morning, I caught sight of Mount Hépori and thought: “Wait…It was on that hill-top just over there that Khenpo Shantarakshita, the master Padma, the King and the disciples once walked, subjugated gods and ghosts, and relaxed. Many are the tales that appear to that effect. But now, apart from their names, not a single trace of them remains.” I was gripped by a conviction that in the very same way, everything is transient, impermanent. And although I had reckoned on staying alive, and not dying, for a few years more, what certainty was there that I would not leave for my next life the very next day?

This train of thought filled me with haunting sorrow and aching weariness, and a sense of renunciation that was boundless. The memory of Guru Rinpoche, the King and the disciples plunged me into floods of tears. And this was why, at that moment I, Chadral Khyentséi Özer, wrote this aspiration prayer.”

So here is a prayer of aspiration written by another great Tibetan master, Jamyang Khyentse Chökyi Lodrö, who recognised Sogyal Rinpoche as the incarnation of Tertön Sogyal and brought him up.

A Prayer of Aspiration for the Mountain of Glory

om ah hung vajra guru padma siddhi hung

My whole perception is the utterly pure realm of Lotus Light,
Arrayed in complete perfection as the Copper Coloured Mountain of Glory, in which is
The limitless palace of the three kayas, full of joy and happiness.

On the lower storey, in the great Nirmanakaya shrine room,
Is the Lotus-born Guru of Orgyen, embodiment of the three roots,
Surrounded by his entourage of vidyadharas, pawos and khandros,
Where the sound of the teachings of the Secret Mantra Vajrayana rings out.

On the middle storey in the great mansion of the Sambhogakaya
Dwells the supreme Great Compassionate One, Avalokitesvara,
Surrounded by his retinue of buddhas and bodhisattvas.

Above is the limitless heavenly realm of the Dharmakaya, in the centre of which
Resides the teacher and protector, Amitabha,
Surrounded by his entourage, who are in nature no different from him.

So bringing to mind as clearly as if actually present
The pure realms of the three kayas―the support and that which is supported―
And with faith and devotion, paying homage and making offerings, through the power of this prayer
For I and others―fortunate students of the master―
When death comes may we experience neither suffering nor sorrow, and
May Kharchen Za and the dakinis come to show us the way
So we may be born in the realm of Lotus Light and
Be ripened and liberated as the prophecies foretold, perfecting the five paths and ten stages.
May we be inseparable from the vast expanse of the wisdom mind of the Lord of Orgyen!

Written by Jamyang Chökyi Lodro at the request of a faithful student from Ling, the old woman Seng Drön, accompanied by an offering of two silver coins, seven measure of gold and five wheels. Siddhi rastu!

Wednesday, 25 June 2014

The Night-flowering Lotus of Compassion

There is a rather beautiful short practice of Avalokiteshvara by Mipham Rinpoche which I have recently translated into English. I’m just an amateur translator so my apologies if there are any errors or omissions in the translation.


In Appendix Four of the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying it says:

“It is written in the Mahayana Sutras that Avalokiteshvara gave his mantra to the Buddha himself, and Buddha in turn granted him the special and noble task of helping all beings in the universe toward buddhahood. At this moment all the gods rained flowers on them, the earth shook, and the air rang with the sound OM MANI PADME HUM HRIH."

In the words of the poem:

"Avalokiteshvara is like the moon
Whose cool light puts out the burning fires of samsara
In its rays the night-flowering lotus of compassion
Opens wide its petals.”



Similarly we read in the Surangama Sutra:


"How sweetly mysterious is the transcendental sound of Avalokiteshvara, It is the primordial sound of the universe .... It is the subdued murmur of the sea-tide setting inward. Its mysterious sound brings liberation and peace to all sentient beings who in their pain are calling out for help, and it brings a sense of serene stability to all those who are seeking Nirvana's boundless peace.”

So here is a translation of the practice:


Visualization and Recitation of the Six Syllable Mantra of Chenresig


If you wish a simple way to practise the visualization and recitation of the six syllable mantra of Chenresig, first it is important to take refuge, generate bodhichitta and the four immeasurables. And then:

Hrih! In the centre of the pure realm of Potala,
Brilliant white, on a lotus and moon disc seat,
Is oneself in the form of Noble Chenresig,
White and radiant with one face, four arms and two feet.
My first two hands are at my heart with palms placed together.
The lower two are holding a crystal mala and a white lotus,
I am adorned in silk with jewelled ornaments and seated with legs crossed.
As the jewel ornament above my head is Lama Amitabha, the buddha of limitless light,
And all around are buddhas and bodhisattvas gathered like clouds.
From om ah hung at the three places light streams out
Inviting, without duality, the hosts of wisdom deities.
In the centre of my heart on a lotus and moon disc seat is the syllable hrih
Surrounded by the mantra mala. From it
Light streams out as a supreme offering to purify the obscurations of all beings.
All becomes the pure realm of Potala Mountain.
All that appears is the form of the Great Compassionate One,
All that resounds is the sound of the six syllable mantra,
All thoughts are the wisdom mind of emptiness and compassion.
With nothing to cling to, let the natural way of being completely pervade and while in this state recite the mantra.


om mani pemé hung


During the recitation the seventh syllable hrih can be added to the six syllable mantra if you so wish.


Hrih! Look at your own mind with mind!
It defies description, just like empty space.
It cannot be seen as anything whatsoever yet is vividly present
It rests in its empty essence.


om mani pemé hung hrih


From the condition of unimpeded emptiness
Appearances are unobstructed and vividly clear.
Without boundaries, all-pervading and uncompounded,
With nature of clear light. How wonderful!


om mani pemé hung hrih


Apparent and yet empty, empty and yet apparent
Clarity and emptiness inseparable, beyond thought and expression
This spontaneously present natural state of great bliss,
The absolute truth, is Lord Avalokiteshvara.


om mani pemé hung hrih


Consider the meaning and recite the mantra.

Finally dedicate the merit and recite verses of auspiciousness.

I set this down in writing according to the meaning of the tantras, oral transmission and pith instructions for those who wish to practise. May it be virtuous! Mangalam!