Corno Medale, Monte Coltignone e belvedere dei Resinelli

Percorso ad anello da Lecco (quartiere Laorca) passando per:
- Corno Medale (2.9 km)
- Monte Coltignone (5.0 km)
- belvedere dei Resinelli
- parco Valentino
- Val Caloldel
Prima della vetta sul sentiero GER c'è un tratto attrezzato con catene di circa cento metri con passaggi al limite dell' arrampicata





THE HUNDRED THOUSAND SONGS OF MILAREPA
From the right, I untie my wooden quiver;
From the left, I take my ornate bow,
And the sharp sword at my waist
Which disillusioned all my foes!
With these three things at my side,
I was like a ruthless bandit.
When I appeared before my enemies
Their hearts trembled and their bodies quivered.
Like frightened yaks, they fled away!
Thinking of them and my misdeeds
I feel regret and sorrow.
Today I offer you my Three Companions.
I will observe the precepts strictly
And follow you where' er you go.
But Milarepa was still adamant. He said, "I do not think that
you can keep your oath. Nor do I need your Three Companions,
because mine are better. Now, hearken to my song":
Listen to me, dauntless fighter.
The Five Hostile Poisons24 run wild
In the land of evil thoughts.
He who does not renounce the "all-important" combat,
Will be imprisoned and lose his chance for freedom!
Battles and armies are not for the yogi.
The world without is my quiver,
The Non.clinging Self-Illumination within
Is my sheath of leopard skin,
My weapon is the sword of Great Wisdom.
The Two-in-One Path is my rope,
My thumb-guard is the merit of meditation.
These are my hidden inner meanings.
Upon the bow-string of Ultimate Unborn Voidness
I set steady the notch of Bodhi-Heart;
I shoot the arrow of the Four Infinities25
At the army of the Five Poisons.
There is no doubt that I shall win the battle;
I will destroy the hostile enemies of desire
That is my way, the yogi's way of conquering.
I have no interest in your gifts.
Young patron, be of good cheer and go.
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The young man said, "Revered Sir! Though you do not accept my
offer of the Three Companions, I must receive your Blessing. Please,
therefore, accept my belt20 and knife." And he sang:
You Yogi, who are the living Buddha,
Although many know the Dharma,
Few can practice it.
One in hundreds is hard to find
Who can give proof of his accomplishment.
I would not ask the teaching from another,
E'en though he knew a world of Dharma;
Only from you, the living Buddha, the Father Repa,
Your teachings spring from much hard work,
And so I dare not ask without paying first.
In the center of Nepal, an angry river flows,
With clouds like pillars standing round.
At the lion-head of this raging torrent
Was made this sheath with silver ornaments,
Slung on my belt with gold and silver cord.
When I wear it, my whole body brightens!
I now offer you this knife and belt.
Later, I will ask you for the Teachings.
The youth then gave his belt and knife to Milarepa. The Jetsun
said, "At present, I cannot give you the Teachings and instruction;
neither do I want your offerings. I have a better belt than yours.
Listen to my song":
Listen to me, ingenuous young man!
From my hut's roof in the snow mountain
Flows the quintessence of milk and nectar.
Though it is not made of gold or jewels,
I would not pour it into earthenware.
Around this waist of mine, the poor man
of strong will,
Is tied to a cotton belt of fanatic devotion!
The absence of pretence and hypocrisy