January 26th. Rajghat. Varanasi. Mother Ganga. And so he went, my father, in the air, from the land, into the water,on his journey, leaving us on this earth. The morning sun sneaked for a while. The cloud provided refuge. The January rain infused life. The boatman switched off the engine. The water stood still. The tshatshas left Amas hands. Mother Ganga welcomed him. My mother, his wife, my brothers, his sons, my sisters, his daughters, my son, his son in laws and daughter in laws, my nephews and nieces, his grandchildren, my uncle, his brother, we all gave you the best farewell that we could manage. But it wasnt only us. So many joined us. There are too many to thank and thank them we will, for their graciousness, prayers, kindness, compassion, support and well wishes. So go well Apa, go well on your journey as the child of Guru Rinpoche. Even in your absence, we rejoice and we join our palms and say these words: By this merit may all attain omniscience. May it defeat the enemy, wrongdoing. From the stormy waves of birth, old age, sickness and death, From the ocean of samsara, may I free all beings.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 09:47:02 +0000
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