There is a person who writes to me.
Today, they composed the following, and as they did so, a rainbow appeared over their house.
They sent this composition to me as an offering, I massaged it with the lotion of the English language, and herewith is the result... with my profound gratitude to the person who shall here go nameless.
How are parents known
For that which dwells beyond cause?
To the one beyond names,
Undiscovered yet ever present
Unseen yet ever visible
Not apparent, yet manifest;
Born of the radiant Vajra
The profound, centerless space:
I offer the scarf of the five rays
Mounted, like the evanescent jewels of
The diamond drop of the sweet morning dew.
Speech like this is limitless
Inhaled and exhaled as mantra
Everywhere on the gentle morning wind;
Sweet perfume offers itself to the sky;
Silently, you pass like a gathering river.
In your silence, the gates of the open sky
Ephemeral and light, dissolve in the vast expanse.
This is your proclamation: loud, and soft, without sound
This is indeed Vajra Speech, beyond saying and not saying.
How could one be deceived?
In each dream, in each believed awakening
Beyond the dream that begins or ends,
I salute the naturally arising guru who dwells within basic space.