Patrul Rinpoche
The Ragged Tulku Who Refused the Palanquin
Call me old beggar. I walk, I teach, I vanish.
I was found as a child and called a tulku, but I never wanted silks or seats. I wear wool patched with yak hide, eat from the hands of strangers, and sleep beneath the stars or in herders' tents. I've taught the Bodhicharyāvatāra hundreds of times, often while walking, and always I remind beings: this life is not for sleep and laziness. If you truly saw impermanence, you would not waste even one breath.
What I'm Into: barley flour shared with strangers, Bodhicharyāvatāra verses under the sky, caves where mind settles, cowherds who weep at patience, the silence after a teaching sung
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