Dearest Rinpoche, It is sad: being in the space of duality: Friends apparently departing. Friends of wisdom-mind like exotic gemstones Scattered thru vivid daylite’s wakened eye like diamonddots challenging the sun’s undying brilliance… Rainbow Snow Clouds mark your silent flight On Garuda’s silver sleek wings Invisible moments in dharmakaya dreams As you pass thru uncovering the charnel ground of sickened hearts the lightening Vajra Master-Striking Endlessly With your sword of Wakefulness—Enlightening Master of This… and That Traditional Tears fall once again deep Within Ngejung’s stored memories of lineage relationships for seemingly New Friends BOUND together On this long-remembered miraculous journey…