The Starry Skies of the Jiana Mani Stones

Who’s calling us?Stones, stones, stonesThat mystical breath comes from stonesIts light is in the heart’s darknessIt’s the feathered clothes of the six-syllable mantraIt uses the form of stonesto sustain another form

Every stone is sinkingas if each has placed itself in the sea of timeIts memories are like the sage’s final homegliding along the border of life and death, beginning to endIts confessions in the hard rootsare like colorless flowers blossoming into an immortal templeIt’s a memorial tablet of eternityIt uses silence to speak to silenceIt makes the living believethe stones of life are a secret bookWhoever opens the first pagewill witness the truth of the past and future Every word in this book sparklesThe snowy mountain appears in itLight overcomes gravity,blue mist is like a faint musical scale

The stones are each a teardropIn their crystalline mirages,suffering becomes agile, sorrow has no echoThey’re the only passagewayThey let dead loved ones calmly steponto a great journeyThey’re the true overture of a hero’s funeralAfter the sacred transcendencethe mountain peaks are incomparably clear,sheep and cattle are bearers of lightThe sun’s praise rests above creationTrees are already transparent; consciousness will be forgottenIn this moment, only the successive strands of white smokeconfirm to us that this homeland isn’t an illusionbecause we seethe land hasn’t died, life continuesThe cries of infants born at dawnare the most moving poems this reincarnated landgives to all creation

Jiana Mani stones, I don’t knowwhether or not this world has any other stonesmore numerous than youbecause I knowevery stone hereis an unquestionable individual lifeFrom the day they’re bornthey’re engraved with the passwords of prayersI don’t even dare to imaginewhat, after all, is concealedwhen 250,000,000 stones created from lifeobtain another form of life

Jiana Mani stones, you’re both a true existenceand a symbol of illusionsI daresay you didn’t come to this worldto create miraclesbecause only the adoration of each individual beingmakes you soft as tearsand allows gentle breezes to recite words millions of times Perhaps, in this sense,Jiana Mani stones, you are a true miracleBecause it’s that strength of beliefthat enables the creation of this eternity that transcends space  and time

Jiana Mani stones, following in one directionThis direction has never changed, as if it just beganThis is the direction of time, the direction of reincarnationThis is the direction of white, the direction the benevolent boat sailsThis is the direction of open fields, the direction of skiesBecause I already knowit’s only possible to open the entrance to time from here

Jiana Mani stones, in the midnight hourI see sweet dew falling from the skylanding on those newly arranged mani stonesI know these thousands of stonesrepresent thousands of recently departed livesJiana Mani stones, when I look up at you,your constellations glitter in the skySolemn sacred stillness nestles into the mountainsThe distant white pagoda is ascending,the soundless river sparkles with silver-white radiance,the limitless void is like a flaming triumphIn this moment, I discover that my lips are leaving my body,those divine languageshave already fragmented into indescribable memoriesTherefore, I seem to have become a singer of the Gesar epicMy soul has received mysterious hints

Jiana Mani stones, please mold meYou have poured the whole ocean into my spiritOn a blue night like thisI’m merely a sea snail who’s forgotten my thoughts and myselfIn this moment, I don’t exist to make musicI’m already a different me; my soul and thoughtshave become the owners of this plateauJiana Mani stones, please hear my chants for youeven though...