My Lama IS, and he's not.
Written by Irma Gomés
My Lama is a woman
Who emanates as a man
A man in robes
With the smile of a child
My Lama is an Archangel
In the kingdom of God
And He is God
In the kingdom of heaven
I Love my Lama
I really do!
He’s all I had wished for
and more
My Lama has steel hair locks
And a heart of gold
My Lama surfs the ocean
And the waves of our mind
He rides, walks and drives
Never touching the floor
He’s a ballerina
He spins my thoughts
he’s water, earth, fire
wind, ram and hung.
Tilopa, Naropa, Marpa, Milarepa
He’s all, He’s none
For Holy Marut has risen above.
My Lama has steel hair locks
And a heart of gold
My Lama is not a “Lama”
But I like to think so
For He cannot be bound
With my human mind
I see him in a bird’s nest
In an old port afar
I hear him in Verdi
And in the wind’s blow.
He’s Monet’s palette
And Mount Saint Victoire;
A cloud by Rene Magritte:
No apples, no hats
My Lama has steel hair locks
And a heart of gold
My Lama speaks Sanskrit
And He rings his bell;
He holds his dorje
And the whole earth shakes.
His blue eyes are the ocean
His lips are ruby gold
He watches me, He speaks to me
He blesses my soul.
My Lama is a closed teaching
Hidden in the wind
He blows, and blows, and purifies
All samsara and beyond.
My Lama has steel hair locks
And a heart of gold
My Lama is a wolf
And my ego is his pray
He knows when I break my vows
And doesn’t hesitate to say
My Lama’s smile is sweet
My Lama’s smile is bright
My Lama’s smile melts me
And thunders in my heart
My Lama is a rock star
My Lama is a star
My Lama is a rock
That crushes from afar
He’s beautiful, he’s precious
His robes are finest silk
His warm lap embraces me
When I go to sleep
My Lama is a jewel
Mount Meru is his throne;
My Lama gave me a Diamond
And said nothing at all.
My Lama has steel hair locks
And a heart of gold
He’s batman, the riddler
He questions my mind
He knows me and He’s never far
My Lama is a symphony
He’s Beethoven´s ninth
His music are mantras
And his holy speech flames
-ignorance burned-
He’s Louis fourteenth
In all his splendor,
A monk, a saddhu and a nun.
He keeps his vows pristine
And it shows
He leads with example
Wearing his saffron robes.
My Lama has steel hair locks
And a heart of gold
Dear Angel of Great beauty
Please stay, Please stay, Please stay!
Take us to your star
Don´t leave us behind.
Born from a lotus
Your greatness, unsurpassed
You teach me compassion
And give me vows.
I offer you this nectar
I offer you my heart
Your Holiness, come bless me
Your Highness, hold me tight
If you see my Lama
And I am not there
Please praise him for me:
With roses, with chants
With gold or myrrh.
I dance, dance
I pray, I praise
May all meet their Lama
And don’t let them leave
May they be the highest of all
And may all follow
Their Lama’s path
And obey their holy words
Mall all beings stay close:
Angels in a kiss
May all have a Lama
As unsurpassed as mine
May all reach their goal
Holding their hands
And their breath.
My Lama is your Lama
My Lama is me
Glory in the highest,
Pure holy deeds
My Lama has steel hair locks
And a heart of gold.
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