TO DZONGSAR KHYENTSE RINPOCHE

You are the sacred hand

that scatters coloured sand

in the motionless mandala,

reminding us,

warning us

that form is there to help,

not to prevail,

that the cup is not the tea,

that the tea is not the cup.

You have guessed

my struggle to remain

loyal only to the essence.

You have answered all my questions

by restoring freedom

to Siddhartha's breath.

For that I thank you.

Marcela.