MANDALA OFFERING

Dear Guru Rinpoche,

here I am again,

this time to make my offering.

What can someone like me

offer someone like you?

Yet, I have to do this,

you know,

so please, accept my nonsense.

I offer you my body,

this compound,

transitory home,

so you can shine

through heart and throat and marrow.

Purify it, clean all obscurations,

so my eyes, my hands

may serve others

to catch a glimpse of you.

Take my speech

and make it wise,

use it as you wish,

to spread the news

of man’s real nature.

Dance around this world

disguised under my writings,

speak through me,

in vigil and in dreams,

long live the Buddha’s Dharma.

I offer you my mind,

please take it.

Make it silent,

neat and empty.

Burn all its past contents

in Vajra’s sacred fire.

Make it your home,

your magic wand,

to turn this tragic Earth

into your garden.

Be my guest,

my dearest Guru,

my dear Padmasambhava,

I’ve lived enough,

You take the lead,

accept this poor mandala,

And help me rest.

Marcela.