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Buddhadharma : Winter 2017
in TranslaTion 47 Here at Chonglung Red Rock Fortress Birds and chicks train the skill of their wings. Monkeys and langurs train their skill. Deer and antelope train the skill of their feet. I, Milarepa, train in the skill of experience. I train in the skill of the two bodhichittas. I’m harmonious with the deities in this retreat. Gather here, all you bhuta spirits, Drink this nectar of love and compassion And then be off to your own lands! After he sang this, the atsaras, with hostile countenance toward Milarepa, looked at each other with angry glances. Then, two more atsaras came to join, bringing their number to seven. Some of them stood in front of him biting their lips with a wrathful expression. Some of them bared their fangs wrathfully. Several laughed and yelled with booming voice. Together, all of them swiped and stabbed in the air, attempting to intimidate Milarepa. Then he thought, “These spirits are making obstacles for me.” So, with a wrathful gaze, he recited powerful mantras, but they didn’t go anywhere. Then, giving rise to great compassion, he taught them dharma. But when they didn’t give it any heed, Milarepa thought, “Marpa of Lhodrak has pointed out to me that all phenomena are one’s own mind, and that mind itself is luminosity-emptiness; I have com- pletely resolved that this is so. Therefore, to take these demons and obstacles as external and delight over making them leave is useless.” Then, manifesting fearless confidence, he sang this song of realiza- tion, “Having Confidence in the View”: Father, victorious over the armies of the four maras, I bow at the feet of Marpa the Translator. People call me a human, but I am the son of the great snow lioness. In my mother’s womb, I perfected three powers. When I was a baby, I slept in my den. When I was a youth, I guarded its gates. As a full-grown lion I wander in snowy heights. I have no fear of stormy blizzards. I’m not afraid of steep rocky cliffs. ➤