That night, I listened to Buddhist songs all night, not for understanding, but just to find a trace of your breath. That month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingerprints. That year, I bowed my head and hugged the dust, not to worship Buddha, but just to stay close to your warmth. In that life, I traveled through hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but just to meet you on the road. At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for immortality, but just to keep you safe and happy. That day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant mist of the Sutra Hall, and suddenly heard the mantra in your chanting. That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed and prostrated on the mountain road, not to meet you, but just to be close to your warmth. In that life, I traveled around mountains, rivers, and pagodas, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way. At that moment, I raised my wind horse, not to pray for blessings, but to wait for your arrival. On that day, I built a pile of mani, not to cultivate virtue, but just to throw stones from the lake of my heart. That month, I shook all the prayer wheels, not for salvation, but just to touch your fingertips. In that life, I went around the mountain not for reincarnation, but just to meet you on the way.
The sixth Dalai Tsangyang Gyatso is a famous figure in the history of Tibet. He was born in the Yusong area at the foot of the Menyu Nala Mountain. He was talented and intelligent since he was a child. He once worshiped the fifth Panchen Lama as his teacher, got his hair ordained, and His dharma name was Lobsang Rinchen Tsangyang Gyatso. Under the direct training of the famous scholar Sangye Gyatso, he studied astronomy, calendar, medicine and literature, and had profound attainments in poetry.
The Buddha said, life is like this, I am twisting the beads, but I don’t know where the hesitation in my heart comes from. Look at the windy horse dancing coolly on the plateau, and the direction of my thoughts is always pointing to where you came from. I still remember the phrase "If you live up to the Tathagata, you will never live down to your Majesty." It makes me feel that he is no longer a lama, but a saint who protects love in loneliness. He doesn't care about the so-called rules and regulations, and loves so much that people will die even if that day comes. Life will end here, but he still doesn't mind staying together on that plateau because of the sacred faith. The one he loves is willing to protect her until the last moment of his life. The one he loves, even if he is a woman, he will not Change your sincere intentions. In comparison, those of us who are so called desperate for love lack his tenacity and open-mindedness.
Perhaps it is the enthusiasm of the plateau that embellishes the color of the sky. I always feel that Tibet is a place that I can never reach. The sky there is too pure, the love there is too pure, and the poetry there is even more pure. , so pure that only worship is left.
Some people say that Cangyang’s poems are against Buddhism, but they don’t know that the randomness on the grassland is a height we cannot reach. Those sentences about love, those tears of lovesickness that would rather make life and death, It depicts a sincere poet, who is as good as an immortal, passionate and has a Buddhist heart. I stepped into the Buddhist hall to isolate myself from the world, just to preserve your image from disappearing. When I recited Buddhist scriptures, I could only recite your name silently in my heart.
Please allow me to send away the memory of that life, A whole world is saved for you.