The wind picks up embers dancing swiftly past, billowing clouds of smoke chasing soft waves of ash. Into the sky go the flames accompanied by the clear sound of ringing bells.
Karmapa’s deep stare brings tears of joy to my eyes, striking through stone and earth, my pure devotion now materialized. The mandala began, three times around he passed. Tomorrow it is unveiled and then it will be brought to rest.
It was supposed to rain but Karmapa didn’t want it that way - prayers apparently answered as those heavy black clouds just stayed away. The sun is now setting with colors aplenty, across the great hills Kalimpong now sleeps under a shining chorus of stars.
