A Moment Gone
by Tsangyang Gyatso
A moment gone, hoisting the wind-horse banners
but not to beg good fortune . . . only to welcome your return.
A day gone, raising the sacred boulder pile
but not to accumulate virtue . . . only to cast a stone in your heart’s pool.
A month gone, setting all the prayer wheels turning
but not to achieve transcendance . . . only to brush your finger tips.
A year gone, prone in the dust of the mountain road
but not to make obeisance . . . only to press into your warmth.
A lifetime gone . . . turning and turning, mountains, rivers, stupas
but not to seek rebirth . . . only to meet you along the way.
To the people of Yunnan, Tsangyang Gyatso is their great god. However, in my eyes, he is a romantic poet. (By the way, the poem is originally written in Chinese. I translated this poem into the English version. Hope you guys like it. ) In my last post, I mentioned the three kind women. But I haven’t share the rest of my photos with my dear readers.
These photos are taken when we got the Mythic Fall. The mountain we climbed is called Meili Snow Mountain. To the local people, the mountain is absolutely holy and pure. In the poem, the poet mentioned about “the sacred boulder pile”.
In fact, we can see countless scared boulder piles on our way to the holy Mythic Fall. The old grandma told me that, the boulder piles is the place where dead people’s soul can live in. For this reason, local people are very respect to these stone piles.
It was a long journey. I clearly remember that, I was totally exhausted when I was near the destination. However, when I actually saw the Mythic Fall, all my tiredness was gone away. The fall was so amazing!