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Vajrapani
The Bodhisattva and Spiritual
Emanation of Aksobhya
The musicality of being is the clear tone of a bell
Destroying
all mist which rises from below
It is the slashing sword which rends
aside the veils of ignorance Which cuts the power of Mara
Not mercy but destruction
Do not keep
it, but dissolve it
The curves of blindness are dangerous as a
poisonous snake
Ignorance is not tolerated by the wise
It is
eliminated
In clarity only is there truth
No being,
no form, no idea
Can be more important
Purify ruthlessly, cut off
the tubers
Of slimy desires which ever cling
Growing, like mold
upon the pure
Swamp tendrils ever curl up the arms of the
wanderer
Hands rise up out of the muck, pulling him under
Alluring
eyes call him forth,
Smiles beckon, and infinities of illusions rise
up to him
To pull him down.
Do not give in, do not listen to the coiling
voices
They are hollow, like spiderwebs, they are empty of knowledge
They are the knots of endless form, calling down food
That they
may glut themselves
Wanderer along the path to heaven
My
task is to aid you
If you are pure, my sword and knowledge
Are at
your disposal
If you yearn after purity, yet cannot escape
The
barbed tendrils and strangling life-slime
Meditate upon me, for my
life is virtuous and my mind is free
Like an icy mountain lake, or a
clear autumn evening
No illusions may exist around me
I am the shining jewel where no dust may
settle
I am one trunk, with no branches
I do not scatter my energy
in wasteful forms
Nor do I allow clouds to rest before me
I am
clarity and wisdom, without blight.
I inspire the
strong and noble
Who shun deception, and favor truth
For the world
is full of lies
And the clear sword of Truth is needed
To pierce
its darkness.
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