At Casa Werma by Debra Dysart, October 2016
At Casa Werma
The table is as thick and dark and luminous as the ink.
The brush, wet with the Rigden’s blood,
Pierces through space and time in an
Of first Dot
Bigger than the big bang bombs that
Stop the mind
As gentle as a kiss.
Your smile is everywhere here in this place.
You whisper and sometimes shout never to give up
And reach out a hand when we stumble and fall into
Fixed mind sidewalk cracks.
“Take my hand and we shall fly”
You tell us over and over again when we remember to practice
Opening our hearts to what is real.
Sunlight shines on a leaf
As it nods its head in the breeze telling us
“You can do it!”
And when we burned the juniper as you have taught us
Rousing great windhorse and joy at the place of the hummingbird,
You sprinkled a rain of blessings on us as the
Great Eastern Sun poured forth from our hearts.
KI KI SO SO SI SI!
On October 25, 2016, the 40th anniversary of the terma discovery of the Ashe by the Druk Sakyong, the Dorje Dradül of Mukpo, this poem was offered by Debra Dysart to the warriors named Gesar Norbu Dradül who gathered for retreat at Casa Werma in Pátzcuaro, Michoacán, from a heart of sadness split open with gratitude and love.