As I read Tsarchen's "Prayer to Behold the Beautiful Face of Dakini Queen," I imagine him wandering in the Himalayas, meditating in caves, practicing sadhanas, quietly reciting mantra recitations and all the while, looking, looking, looking for this elusive dakini. "There she is!" he might exclaim in response to a particular happening. Then, poof! she is gone again! I admire his tenacity because, he just keeps practicing with this longing. I often feel a bit like I imagine Tsarchen felt as he searched for dakini. Yet, "despite his endless search," he "found no certainty" of her. Finally, exhausted, "burned out" maybe with a tad of hopelessness or at least some doubt, at last, he surrendered and guess what? There she was indeed, right here, right now, "in the forest hut of the ineffable." May we too come to recognize her face - our own face - resting in this forest hut.
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This prayer is one of my favorites. I think in the taste of the longing, she is quite close.