Buckets of Long life Rice, to feed the masses of people, ladles and spoons, served from blue checkered plastic, speckled floor, beginning of Sakya Lamdre, Tharlam Monastery of Tibetan Buddhism, Boudha, Kathmandu, Nepal, a photo by Wonderlane on Flickr.
Raw grains don’t work on their minds.
The mentally obsessed smash raw grains to pieces.
They climb on them and take off their husks.
They want it all to happen at once.
They dig in then they clean up.
They want it to last a long time.
They are grain pounders.
There is no river that doesn’t come down.
Tree bark has no roots.
This is great wisdom.
It gets you from one river bank to the other.
I pound on objects, and I work alone.
I am supported by the wind.
Things taste the same.
I work honestly.
Even when there is no rice or grain
I am always pounding grain.
Now the word for pounding grain is “D.em.gi.” So he was known as Sri D.em.gi. When everyone understood that he was a siddha the king and all the people did services for him and said: “When he’s done pounding raw grain he will D.om everyone in the village and will Ha in the end. All the wealthy people in Caritra said this as well. They joined with him and attained the siddhis to play in the sky.
WORDS OF THE SAKYA MASTERS
Translated from the Tibetan by Chris Wilkinson
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