Guru Rinpoche Day

Tashi Delek, Happy Guru Rinpoche Day 🙂

ཧཱུྂ༔ ཨོ་རྒྱན་ཡུལ་གྱི་ནུབ་བྱང་མཚམས༔

hung orgyen yul gyi nubjang tsam


pema gesar dongpo la


yatsen chok gi ngödrub nyé


pema jungné shyé su drak


khor du khandro mangpö kor


khyé kyi jesu dak drub kyi


jingyi lab chir shek su sol


guru pema siddhi hung

For Love of Darkness

Let drop the anchor
pull in the sails
damp the lantern
this night is done for me

Darkness, wicked lover of lonely souls, caresses me
I sleep upon the waves of illusion and do dream

Angels of the deep offer me direction and council
distance grows without movement
time slips on, yet the moon hangs still

Darkness calls to me, whispering in my ears
She knows my thoughts, and honors them to the last

The Sun cannot rise
no laughter on the waters now

Sirens wail
waters stale

Afloat on the ocean
alone in my bed
the last crow has left me

Yet Darkness stays instead

The Court of Flowers

The woman’s skin, the color of alabaster and gold, opened as the true-silver blade touched her flesh. She, a warrior who had stood for countless ages, fell to her knees in disbelief as her own blood poured from her veins and covered the earth. Flowers sprang forth from those places where her blood hit the ground.

He closed his eyes, tears dropping from his cheeks, and pulled the blade from her chest. Slowly he blinked his eyes open again and looked over her body to the calming din of battle, and felt their eyes turning to him. The woman who he once called his love, the woman who had been his Queen, now dying at his feet, looking into his face without malice. For the first time in centuries, he could see love behind her eyes.

Those eyes, the colors of lilac petals, looked deeply into his and then went dark. Her life-force freed from its fleshy jail, returned to the earth and was at peace.

He held her body and wondered: How could it have come to this? How could this have happened within the Court of Flowers?

“My Lord,” his chamberlain whispered from behind him.  “My Lord, you must stand and assume the crown once again.  The Queen of Thorns is gone now… the King of Flowers must offer his power to the realm.”

The King, on his knees, still cradling the lifeless body of his Queen, remembered the Realm and why he had returned. He let her body lay upon the earth fully now, and she was no more.  The ground accepted her into itself, and she was gone.  The only remembrance of her was the golden rose bush that sprang to life on that spot.

The King of Flowers stood, looked out across the masses, and lifted his right hand into the air.  A shimmer of golden dust swirled around his outstretched hand and blew over the gathering.  The warriors on both sides sheathed their weapons and knelt facing him.

Peace had returned, but with it a deep sadness grew within their King.