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Lions Roar : September 2011
SHAMBHALA SUN SEPTEMBER 2011 45 From the peaks of the eastern mountains A bright white moon has risen, And a young girl’s face Shines round in my mind. * If the one who’s caught my fancy Would stay with me forever, It would be like finding A jewel from the bottom of the sea. * If a mind obsessed as I am with you Turned to holy religion, In one lifetime, in this very body, Buddhahood indeed! * When the cuckoo flew North from Mön, He brought the sweet dew of a warmer season. After my lover and I are together, Body and soul rise languid and at ease. Don’t care about mountains or valleys That lie to the east, between here and Gong; When love has hold of your heart, Like a stallion, you can go anywhere. * Over the western mountains, White clouds boil in the sky; The clouds are fragrant incense smoke, An offering from the girl who’s won my heart. * Where does the wind rise? It rises in a far-off country. The body of my sweet lover Came to me on the unerring wind. * The ferryboat’s horse-head stands so tall, Prayer flags flowing out behind it in the wind. Don’t worry, set your heart at ease, Our love was destined before we were born. the destination. Vowing is liberation from whim and weakness. It creates possibilities that would not occur otherwise, because when you are will- ing to stick to something, come what may, even if from time to time you don’t feel like sticking to it, a magic arises, and you find yourself feeling and doing noble things you did not know you were capable of. Real love can include desire, of course, and desire is touchy and powerful—it can even capsize the boat of a great Zen master! But desire is not the only thing, nor need it define or limit our love. Insofar as loving another is being there for him or her, come what may, we always have to go beyond self-inter- est and desire, though, paradoxically, love itself, as ultimate selflessness, may be the most personally satisfying experience possible. On the whole, when people get together in intimate relationships with some serious spiritual practice as a common basis, their chances for success as a couple are maximized, and, as with Blanche and Lou Hartman, that success can deepen and be enriched with time. In our story, Tianhuang says, “When you greet me, I bow.” Bowing is an ancient form for show- ing reverence and respect. In our culture we have the handshake. Maybe it is more intimate than a bow because we touch one another, warm hand to warm hand. But they say that the origin of the handshake is suspicion and wariness. The handshake is a gesture of peace and harmlessness because it demonstrates that we aren’t holding a ➢ page 90 Love Songs of the Sixth Dalai Lama From White Crane: Love Songs of the Sixth Dalai Lama, translated by Geoffrey Waters. Reprinted with permission from White Pine Press.