You revealed to me the face of the Green Goddess
And spoke of the scholars of old.
I could only guess your meaning.
You showed me a handful of seed pearls
Taken from the ruins of a stupa.
I could only guess your meaning.
You sent me a ceremonial scarf,
White as the snows of Kanchenjunga.
I could only guess your meaning.
You sent me two packets of medicine,
Compounded from rare Himalayan herbs, -
Medicine over which you had repeated thousands of mantras.
I could only guess your meaning.
Now you send me a thangka depicting
A white, naked dakini.
She is smiling, and holds
A chopping-knife and skull-cup filled with golden nectar.
Once again, O inscrutable guru, I can only guess your meaning.
2.6.2002
