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Buddhadharma : Winter 2017
46 Buddhadharma: The PracTiTioner's QuarTerly in TranslaTion 47 “My son, Great Sorcerer, why have you called out to me with such anguish? Have you lost trust in the supreme jewels of the guru and yidam? Have you been chasing your thoughts—the objects of adverse conditions? Have the obstacles of the eight worldly concerns corrupted your retreat? Are the demons of hope and fear getting to you? “Above, have you offered service to the guru, the supreme jewel; below, have you shown generosity to the sentient beings of the six realms; in between, have you purified your own obscurations and negativity and given rise to excellent qualities? Have the conducive conditions for these not arisen? “Whatever it may be, you and I are inseparable. So, through your practice, benefit the teachings and beings.” ...With a lucid and happy mind, he took his robe and brought a handful of wood back to his retreat place. When he arrived at his hut, there were five iron-atsaras [demons] sitting with eyes agape, the size of saucers. One was sitting on the Jetsun’s bed teaching dharma, two of them were listening to him, one was preparing food, and one was engrossed in reading Milarepa’s texts. At first, a flash of shock came over Milarepa. Then he thought, “These must be apparitions of displeased local spirits. Wherever I’ve stayed, I have never not offered torma [offering cakes], and I have never not offered praises of the place. I should offer praise to this site.” And so he sang this song of realization in praise of that site: E MA! In this solitary place in remote mountains, A place where Victorious Ones found enlightenment, There are traces of siddhas who stayed here before, Here where this human stays all alone. At Chonglung Red Rock Garuda Fortress, Above, southern clouds whirl and swirl. Below, the river curves and twines. Between, the vultures float and drift. Myriads of plants are scattered about. Trees all dance relaxed and loose. Bees buzz with gentle hum. Sweet-scented flowers—ah! A delight! Melodious birds chirp and tweet.