7. â The next day we rose and duly arrived early. Although I had met Chatral Sangye Dorje twice before this was to be Amarajyoti and Padmakaraâs first time and they looked forward to it very much. We readied our gifts and offering scarves and incense. We were ushered up the steep stairs of the corrugated iron roofed house at the far end of the compound into Rimpocheâs room. There sat the grand figure of Chatral Sangye Dorje, his intense eyes and large fleshy nose splayed across his weather-beaten, walnut-coloured face. A huge bushy beard framed the face in a silver aura and a russet coloured knitted woolly cap sat like a tea cozy atop his head. He was just as I remembered him two years previously. He looked more than ever like an old sea-dog than a guru. He wasnât wearing the maroon robe of the monk but an ochre patterned Tibetan chubba lined with unspun sheepâs wool tied at the waist with a belt of orange cords. Round his neck hung a dark beaded mala with white bone beads marking the quarters and bell and dorje markers hanging on orange threads. Over his lap a broad checked fawn and brown traveling rug kept him warm.â Suvajra
11. â Rimpoche put questions to us through his young and beautiful daughter. It was established that we were disciples of Sangharakshita and we passed on Bhanteâs best wishes and respects. Padmakara gave Rimpoche a photograph of Bhante to look at but seeing his obvious delight Padmakara decided to let him keep it. We also showed Rimpoche a copy of Bhante with all his eight main teachers. This excited a lot of interest in Rimpoche, his family and his attendants. âYa, ya! Dudjom Tulku,â Rimpoche called out in recognition. âJamyang Khyentse Rimpoche. Ya, ya! Dingo Khyentse. Dhando Rimpoche. Ya, ya! Kachoed Rimpoche. Ya!â But who was the Chinese man? We told him but he hadnât heard of him. The same with Jagdish Kashyap-ji. But, then, who was the other one on the second row. âItâs you!â we chorused. He peered even closer at the picture of himself as he must have looked 35 years ago. He looked up at everybody in surprise, looked back to check and then laughed heartily at himself for not recognising the photograph. âYa, ya! Ya, ya,â he rumbled over and over to himself in his deep bass voice. We all chuckled to ourselves.â Suvajra
22. Triyana Vardana Vihara around 1956 â It was also he who named the Triyana Vardana Vihara, which I acquired shortly afterwards. He actually named it before I got it, before I knew I was going to get it. He told me 'you're going to have a vihara, and I shall give it a name'. At that stage I didn't know I was going to have a vihara, certainly didn't have the money for a vihara, but he said 'you're going to have a vihara, and this is what you should call it, âTriyana Vardhana Vihara'â
23. â There was no doubt that I would establish a permanent monastic centre in Kalimpong, he assured me. In fact I would establish it quite soon, and I should call it `The Vihara Where the Three Yanas Flourish (or Blossom)'. Having given the as yet non-existent monastery its name in what I afterwards described as a mood of high spiritual inspiration, Chattrul Rimpoche addressed to me the Tibetan original of the following stanzas:â â There was no doubt that I would establish a permanent monastic centre in Kalimpong, he assured me. In fact I would establish it quite soon, and I should call it `The Vihara Where the Three Yanas Flourish (or Blossom)'. Having given the as yet non-existent monastery its name in what I afterwards described as a mood of high spiritual inspiration, Chattrul Rimpoche addressed to me the Tibetan original of the following stanzas:â In the sky devoid of limits, the teaching of the Muni isThe sun, spreading the thousand rays of the three sikshas[i.e. morality, meditation, and wisdom];Continually shining in the radiance of the impartial disciples,May this Jambudvipa region of the Triyana be fair!In accordance with his request, [made] in the Fire-Monkey YearOn the ninth day of the first month by the Maha Sthavira Sangharakshita,This was written by the Shakya-upasaka, the VidyadharaBodhivajra: [may there be] happiness and blessings!
24. Bamboo Grove below Vihara â The fact that Chattrul Rimpoche had named my future monastery of his own accord greatly impressed my Tibetan friends, especially those of the Nyingma persuasion. According to Kachu Rimpoche, who came to see me shortly afterwards, it was exceptionally auspicious, as whatever Rimpoche Chattrul Sangye Dorje named was sure to prosper.â
31. In 1956 Chattrul Sangye Dorje Rimpoche gave Sangharakshita the initiation of Green Tara, the sadhana of which he says he faithfully performed every day for seven years
35. â He said he had meditated in solitude for thirty years or more and had not attained perfect emptiness and I said I hadn't either. The unspoken or half-spoken message of the talk was our complete understanding of each other as people who were somehow on the edge of great realization and knew it and were trying, somehow or other, to go out and get lost in itâand that it was a grace for us to meet one another. I wish I could see more of Chatral. He burst out and called me a Rangjung Sangay (which apparently means a "natural Buddha") and said that he had been named a Sangay Dorje. He wrote "Rangjung Sangay" for me in Tibetan and said that when I entered the "great kingdom" and "the palace," then America and all that was in it would seem like nothingâ Thomas Merton
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37. Kanchenjunga Last night I had a curious dream about Kanchenjunga. I was looking at the Mountain and it was pure white, absolutely pure, especially the peaks that lie to the west and I saw the pure beauty of their shape and outline, all in white. And I heard a voice saying or got the clear idea of .. "There is another side to the mountain ". I realized that it was turned around and everything was lined up differently; I was seeing from the Tibetan side. This morning my quarrel with the mountain is ended. Not that it is a big love affair but why get mad at a mountain? It is beautiful, chastely white in the morning sun and right in view of the bungalow window. There is another side of Kanchenjunga and of every mountain the side that has never been photographed and turned into postcards. That is the only side worth seeing. Thomas Merton