When I held the jewel in hand
I didn't know its worth.
When I lost it to another
The wind of loss howled in my chest.
Small black written letters
Can be destroyed by water or crossed out.
An unscribed figure in the mind may fade
But will never be forgotten.
Lover who was joy to me,
Married to another -
This sickness of mind
Consumes the flesh of the body
Friday, August 24, 2007
More Honey from the Turquoise Bee
More honey drops from the tantric-pen of Tsangyang Gyatso: