At Casa Werma by Debra Dysart, Octubre 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

Just so

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.




On October 25, 2016, la 40ª 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.