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In memory of Shamar Rinpoche

༄།། འོད་སྣང་མཐའ་ཡས་རྒྱལ་བའི་ཐུགས་བསྐྱེད་ཀྱིས།། སྐྱེ་དང་འཕོ་བར་མཐོང་ཐོས་རེག་པའི་འགྲོ།།འདི་ཕྱིར་དགེ་བའི་བཀྲ་ཤིས་དཔལ་འབར་ཞིང་།།བདེ་བར་གཤེགས་པའི་ཕྲིན་ལས་འཇུག་པར་ཤོག །ཅེས་པའང་༧ཀུན་གཟིགས་ཞྭ་དམར་པའི་གཟུགས་ཆོས་དབྱིངས་སུ་ཐིམ་ཞིང་རྟག་ཁྱབ་ལྷུན་གྲུབ་ཀྱི་མཛད་པ་སྟོན་པའི་དུས་ཆེན་ལ་ཕ་དམ་པ་འདས་པའི་རྣམ་ཐར་ལ་ཡིད་ཕྱོགས་ཏེ་ཀཿཐོག་རིག་འཛིན་ཆེན་པོའི་སྐྱེ་མིང་པ་པདྨ་དབང་ཆེན་ཀྱིས་ཤར་མར་བྲིས་ཏེ་ཕུལ།།

ྟྖPrayers from a heart

ན་མོ། རྒྱལ་བའི་དབང་པོ་སྤྲུལ་པའི་གཟུགས་སྐུ་ཉིད། །རེ་ཞིག་བསྡུ་ཡང་འགྲོ་བའི་དོན་དགོངས་ནས། །ཀུན་ལ་གཟིགས་པའི་ཐུགས་རྗེས་མི་བཟོད་པར། །སླར་ཡང་སྤྲུལ་པའི་ཟླ་ཞལ་མྱུར་འབྱོན་གསོལ། །ཐར་འདོད་དམ་ཆོས་འདུལ་བའི་བློ་གྲོས་འོད། །སྐྱེ་རྒུའི་མུན་པ་སེལ་ལ་གསོལ་བ་འདེབས། །གཞན་དོན་དགོངས་པ་མཐའ་ཡས་རྒྱ་མཚོ་ལས། །བཟང་པོའི་རྣམ་མཐར་བསྐྲུན་ལ་གསོལ་བ་འདེབས། །གང་གི་ཡང་སྲས་མཆོག་སྤྲུལ་གསར་པའི་སྐུ། །མྱུར་བ་ཉིད་དུ་འབྱོན་པར་ཐུགས་རྗེས་བཟུང་།། །།

Unspoken Thoughts Running Wild!

Each time I hear your name, I miss you more
For you brought endless sunshine to every being
Remembering you is easy which I do everyday
But missing you is heartache that never goes away

Your life was a blessing, with memory to treasure
Adored beyond words, missed beyond measure

Yet I don’t really feel the lost, Rinpoche!
For I will be holding you firmly within my heart
And there you will remain, until the joyous day arrives…..!

Dozens of lotus flowers

The first time Rimpoche came to our house at Nice, he walked directly through the garden. He was amazed in front of our pond. Dozens of lotus flowers had just bloomed during this special morning with a lot of dragonflies dancing around. Usualy, one or two lotus flower at the same time all along the summer period. Drinking tea, he designed on a paper the general shape of the futur Valderoure temple.

Remembering Shamar Rinpoche

Rinpoche, when I saw you, many years ago
you said – expressing everything
in three languages and four simple words- :
“rangsem dharmakaya, one space.”

Our own mind and the mind of Buddha,
your mind, all-pervading, uncontrived,
not bound in suffering or stuck in peace,
are one space – from which everything arises.

Our good fortune to be with you has ended,
but – as if a giant bell was struck –
your last teaching of impermanence,
rings deeply in our bones and hearts.

May we defeat dull laziness, Rinpoche,
and give rise to heart-felt bodhichitta,
Rinpoche, please return to guide us!
Om Guru Dharmamati Hum!

The amazing visit of Shamar Rinpoche

So fortunate were we, to receive the precious teachings of ‘The Seven Points of Mind Training’ given by Shamar Rinpoche in Manchester ten days before his passing. It was the first time I received teachings from Shamar Rinpoche, following an invitation by Lama Jampa Thaye. They were so profound and given lovingly with warmth and humour. I was so very sad to hear of the loss of such a great master but so glad to have been so fortunate to receive such a precious opportunity. We are doing the Amitabha puja every evening at Kagyu Ling and pray fervently for the swift rebirth of his nirmanakaya form to guide beings on the path to enlightenment. May we all receive the blessings of Amitabha.

So nice!

It was in 93 when Shamar Rinpoche came to the Dharmacenter of Heidelberg/Germany. We were very few people to prepare everything,and between cleaning, cooking, preparing the shrine room and so on there was little time for something else. At the end, I saw many dandelions growing between the stones of the courtyard, and I tried to take them out, but unfortunately there were so many that I didn’t finish in the short time resting before Rinpoche arrived. I felt a little bad about that because it spoiled somehow the rest of the work.
When Rinpoche arrived, the first thing he said was: “Oh how nice, all these dandelions growing between the stones, it reminds me of Bhutan!” I was just overwhelmed by that, how could he know, and what a great compassion he manifested towards me by showing me that there is no problem! If in my narrow mind I worried for dandelions, he would even talk about dandelions!
Rinpoches mind was so strong that he helped us clear up all our doubts. His speech was so one-pointed that he could answer even the deepest question with only one sentence. His heart was so big that it embraced everything and one was just happy besides him.
We feel so lost without his physical presence, but his mind cannot end because he is a living Buddha as he proved us so many times. May You come back soon, Rinpoche!

Sweetest Friend

For the 14th

Kunzig Shamar Rinpoche

Sweetest Friend …

Why did you leave so suddenly

without a backward glance?

No time to say goodbye

to watch the sun rise one more time…

Never again will I search for something

unaware that I already have it

or ask questions not believing that I

have the answer…

You will watch for us in early light,

in evening shadows of high mountain valleys,

in lowland lotus ponds

where cranes and wild birds gather.

There we will find you,

teasing with that fine touch,

the great gift you bring as you

stride the stars among the curving arms of the milky universe

and slowly take in galaxies and kalpas of lifetimes long past

to keep that balance of joy and beauty

that is only yours to give away.

Marga Ret

June 11, 2014

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Une rencontre inoubliable

J’ai rencontré Kunzig Shamar Rinpoché lors de sa venue à St Léon sur Vézère le 24 et 25 mai.

Sa présence dégageait une sorte de plénitude que j’ai ressentie comme profondément et sincèrement généreuse, dans le sens où il a souhaité et cherché à la transmettre, à la partager à tous ceux (nombreux) qui étaient là présents autour de lui …

Son humilité et son humour m’ont tout autant profondément touché…

J’ai ce week end là décidé de prendre refuge avec Kunzig Shamar. Et ce fut pour moi un moment très émouvant que je n’oublierais jamais.

J’ai été très touché lorsque j’ai appris son décès. Je suis néanmoins très heureuse d’avoir eu la chance de le rencontrer au moins une fois, et quelle rencontre … !

Une vraie, mémorable et inoubliable rencontre. Un moment très fort dans ma vie…

Au revoir Kunzig Shamar Rinpoché …


Om Ami Dewa Hri

My last evening with Rinpoche, on April 19th 2014 in Natural Bridge, Virginia, saw the sky explode in pink, red and orange, as dusk settled in. It was a special evening to say the least, to witness this colorful phenomenon alongside the great master himself.

Even though I am overwhelmed with sadness now, I try to contain my emotions by remembering that special evening, gazing at the horizon with Rinpoche, knowing very well that the sun shall rise again, and again, to shed light onto our paths.

Om Ami Dewa Hri. Om Ami Dewa Hri. Om Ami Dewa Hri. Om Ami Dewa Hri.