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Reflection of My Mind by Pratistha Karki Khadka I  Life is a mirror Open sky my wings of freedom The distant sound is a reflection of reality A child is my selfless image Love and compassion are the reflection of my mind    II The skies are grey And the clouds alight But in my mind I feel alive Alive as what prevails is true My mind knows not what else to do A common thread that binds us all The sky, the mind and the clouds above Luminous and free from fear Is where my mind begins to steer   III Anitya ko swabhav dekhdaina yo mero mud chitta le Duldaichu ajhai yehi bhavachakra mai Gun gunaudai nityata ra trishna ga geetharu Hey guru dekhau baato aba malai   Dukha lai sukha samjhandai graha garda rahechu Afno swabhiman lai nai thulo samjhanda rahechu Dhan jogauchu, thulo manche banchu bhandai Maya ka kalpana haru bundarehecha mero yo mud chitta le Hey Guru dekhau baato aba malai   Kamila ka tati jastai pachyauda rahechu kaami harulai Kehi laav hola sochi jod ghatau garchu deenbhari Seesh mahal ma basi dhunga hanchu arulai Kasto swabhav yo mero chitta ko Yehi bhava sagar mai pharkanda rahecha jasto tasai   Kehi kaam lagenan mera yi sikchya haru Yo chitta lai nai klesh ko chasni ma dubaune gari Ajai paye hunthiyo, alikati ajhai yo bhanda badi Bhandai bitnibhayo yo amulya manusya juni Dubnai lagisake klesha ko naali ma Hey guru malai yo bhavasagar bata bachau   IV And the rain poured once again Leaves scattered the earth The remains of my burning incision Rubbed against the mud filled path Winds blew the chimes Cars wheezed past And I remained there… Watching the rain wash away The dirt from my cracked foot And I remained there… Listening to the echoes of the passers by And I remained there… Feeling the pain stab through my incision And I remained there… Watching the leaves gently brush each other And I remained there... Breathing, feeling, thinking, watching, tasting the tears That gently flowed down my cheeks

V Standing on the bed of a river I see my own reflection I hold a cup in one hand And clutch a notebook in another   On the other side is a green meadow Where sheeps and cows graze I see my own reflection in them too I hold them in my eyes And close my lids   The water flows gently I can see the pebbles underneath Small lazy fishes pass one another And I gently shift my gaze   And then I look within I hear the sounds that echoes in my heart Warm, fuzzy and soft whispers Serenely I walk along the river bed Spotting my own reflection     VI I live in a glass house And I gauge at my own reflection I see another glass house and laugh And the person inside it laughs too We laugh at each other And we mirror our emotions I laugh and she laughs I cry and she cries When I throw my temperament  She slanders me back When I show gestures of love She reciprocates with a warm smile   VII Ma maa bhaeka agyaanta lai chinne Samartha banna saku Udauchan jaba klesha haru Ti lai nai herera pariwartan garne yogya banna saku Aru ko klesha lai afnai samjhi panchyauna sakuAfu pariwartan bhai aru lai Buddha dekhna saku.

Shower of Blessings - Arun R. Joshi   Jetsuma arrived in full splendor,   Emerging from the core of the Mandala,   Riding on the Drala and the Energy of   Ratnashri and the Great Masters!   She came to touch and heal us all!   Her pre-arrival period was already   Auspicious, Automatically!   Prepared as Ground for her Presence,   Obstacles were removed,   Incense was lit, Flowers were strewn!   In the US, wherever Jetsuma travelled,   The Rains came in thunderous downpours,   The start of her last talk coincided   With the Clouds going Crazy with an   Unusual hailstorm in Virginia!   She touched all personally,   She healed relationships, answered   Difficult questions, Laughed out Loud to   Dispel negativity and obscurations, through   Straight talk she healed and blessed   And strengthened the Sangha!   Her presence automatically   Aligned the Sangha to the Dharma!   Aware, Crisp, Perky, Kind we have become!   We promise to practice the view and keep   Her sense of humor!   Eternally blessed we are to be  part of Ratnashri's and Jetsuma's Mandala!!!

LOST  IDENTITY - Anupama Dahal  Am i that face which is holding this body   Am i that rain which is coming slowly,slowly     Am i  wife    Am i  lover     Am i  this bone       Which has nice cover....        Am i that sound Am i that bird      Am i that sun which is  prevading all over...           Before this moment  had big  identity      i was big           and  kept myself          very strong and thick        LOST!!!!! LOST!!!!!! LOST!!!!!!! i lost everything       WHO am i ?Where am i ?       what is my identity????       You  are calling me by name        AM  replying OH ! is that so!          You are keeping me in some place           AM  replying OH!is that so!                   How beautiful !!!I lost everything                How lovely!!! i lost everything Did you find me??  i am asking you oh my lord!   I lost myself again in your world   I lost myself again in your world.....

Pointing Out - Shalav Rana   Written on 25 April 2007, after being blessed by Guru Ratnashree when listening to his explanation of Hevajra sadhana

When he struck his Vajra hands together,

A thunderous sound exploded from it,

Shattering the silence cloaking the room.

My mind, translucent, pointed elsewhere,

Instead of jumping like a bird, upon

The noise that threatened its life,

Experienced calmness, where every thoughts

Like daggers was shielded by armour,

That had suddenly draped the mind.

Guru laughed after the clap, Sangha bhandu chuckled.

This das, seated directly below the Vajradhara,

Realised where he’d tired to point us.

And as the aroma from nearby the incense drifted by,

The motorcycles in the distance fired into life, took off,

The mind, like a vigilant guard, witnessed everything,

Without letting any judgement to shroud its brilliance,

And the birds did indeed fly over the blue sky, without leaving any trace,

Many things came over the mirror and left, leaving it shining like before.

HAIKUS

 

Blazing sun, waves sound Summer doze on hot baked sand Swoosh! Wet skin, salt lips Rachana Pandey	Coffee, choco cake Dense moist tickle on the tongue Dark bittersweet 'noon Rachana Pandey
Buildings float below Ant walks on upside down clouds Sky on glass table Rachana Pandey	Water splash in sink Squirming wet insect appears Death! There pain here pain Rachana Pandey