Giant jasmine full moon
spreads scented lights through skies
so the heart lilies open, bloom
breeze their fragrances to waft
lift earth-dwellers' minds aloft
Jasmine's lilies; fragrances mingled
spread, perfume all attuned minds;
such perfume named all-cosmos Guru
pours into every world's very pores
perennial endless wisdom true
May your thus Guru-perfumed mind
scatter its fragrance far and wide
wash the smelly ill thoughts aside
so the world enraptured, be-stilled
wrapped in a motherly perfume's cloak
-- You, to delicate lianas a sturdy oak --
may rest in your high elevating
jasmine-moon-sweet Guru-mind
May Gurus of all lineages above
looking at you freely rain down
loving glances of soothing compassion
listening to your sonorous teaching voice
among themselves in their kailasha rejoice.
Guru-purnima
July 7, 2009
© PROMETHEUS 145/2009
PROMETHEUS, Internet Bulletin - News, Politics, Art and Science. Nr. 145, July 2009