
From the infinite sky of your pristine awareness, the totality of experience, and the great clouds of your aspirations and prayers Warm rays of compassion and showers of elixir stream down, Ripening the three forms in the fields, your students' minds. I bow to you, my teacher, my protector, supreme among the Three Jewels. With stronger aspirations I might have joined the practice lineage. I didn…
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