The following is from a series of tweets by Jetsunma Ahkon Lhamo:
How comes this one?
He speaks no truth to me.
Nor to the visions I do see, he has nothing.
And if only he could see it so-
Maybe time will let him go.
I do grieve, not for hurtful misdeeds,
But, for flowers and hours of beauty, relentless bliss at the fiery tent.
I can’t resent
I’ll always follow…
OM AH HUNG BENZAR GURU PEDMA SIDDHI HUNG
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