Drops of rain wash away
The love songs written in
Black and White
But love, though unwritten,
Remains long after, in the heart.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
Drops of rain wash away
The love songs written in
Black and White
But love, though unwritten,
Remains long after, in the heart.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
So the tree falls in love with the sparrow,
And the sparrow falls in love with the tree, too;
When the two in love unite into one,
The hawk, the bird of prey, e’en can do them none.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
My sweetheart who truly loved me
Has been stolen to wed another.
I am sick with longing sorrow
And frustration emaciates my frail body.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
What is the great fire that rages when we approach too closely to others? Terrible anger that cannot bear even the smallest challenge. The second of the root klesha is anger. Sensory fixation may be the most pervasive destroyer of human happiness, but anger is the most immediate. One …
So the tree falls in love with the sparrow, And the sparrow falls in love with the tree, too; When the two in love unite into one, The hawk, the bird of prey, e’en can do them none. – Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
As my love to her is deep as deep can be,
Did I ask her company for life with me,
And she quoth: “While alive we’ll n’er part,
Let death only do us part”.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
བྲིས་བའི་ཡི་གེ་ནག་ཆུང་། །
ཆུ་དང་ཐིགས་པས་འཇིག་སོང་། །
མ་བྲིས་སེམས་ཀྱི་རི་མོ་། །
བསུབས་ཀྱང་ཟུབ་རྒྱུ་མི་འདུག་། །
ཚངས་དབྱངས་རྒྱ་མཚོ ༧གོང་ས་མཆོག་སྐུ་ཕྲེང་དྲུག་པ་།
རང་ལ་དགའ་བའི་བྱམས་པ་། །
གཞན་གྱི་མདུན་མར་བླངས་སོང་། །
ཁོང་ནང་སེམས་པའི་གཅོང་གི་། །
ལུས་པོའི་ཤ་ཡང་བསྐམས་སོང་། །
ཚངས་དབྱངས་རྒྱ་མཚོ ༧གོང་ས་མཆོག་སྐུ་ཕྲེང་དྲུག་པ་།