You who were never born,
nor shaped by time or realm,
whose nature is the Dharma itself –
Saviouress of the Three Times,
you abide, without arising or ceasing.
Those who do not know
that their form is already Dharma,
who are swept by the poisons of mind –
attachment, ignorance, delusion –
wander in the turning of samsara.
I pray to you as refuge, Mother Goddess.
Some enter the Dharma
but follow the shape of words.
Sound becomes their path,
and method takes the place of knowing.
For those misled by appearances,
I turn to you, Mother, foundation without delusion.
Minds clouded with doubt
see the path
but cannot step in.
They speak of refuge –
yet remain outside its gate.
To those estranged from sanctuary,
I turn to you, Mother, who does not turn away.
Wisdom is whole –
but they divide it in their grasp,
splitting form from emptiness,
mind from what it names.
Mistaking clarity for separation,
they wander from what was never apart.
I turn to you, Mother, who is never split by mind.
Some stumble through effects
with no sight of what gives rise.
Unknowing of the ties that bind each act,
they walk as if the world appears alone.
To those confused by what must be known,
I turn to you, Mother, who perceives the whole.
You are beyond the reach of thought –
expanse without wind or trace.
You are within all that appears,
but shaped by no appearance.
Yet even those of clouded mind
are not outside your knowing.
I turn to you, Mother, awake in all worlds,
who does not depart when the way is dark.