Santuario San Mamette da Castelnuovo Bozzente

Percorso ad anello da Castelnuovo Bozzente passando per:
- Santuario San Mamette (5.5 km)





THE HUNDRED THOUSAND SONGS OF 1\ULAREPA
I bow down at the feet of the wish-fulfilling Guru.
Pray vouchsafe me your grace in bestowing
beneficial food,
Pray make me realize my own body as the
house of Buddha,
Pray grant me this sure knowledge.
I built the house23 through fear,
The house of Siinyata, the void nature of being;
Now I have no fear of its collapsing.
I, the Yogi with the wish-fulfilling gem,
Feel happiness and joy where'er I stay.
Because of the fear of cold, I sought for clothes;
The clothing I found is the Ah Shea Vital Heat.2'
Now I have no fear of coldness.
Because of the fear of poverty, I sought for riches;
The riches I found are the inexhaustible
Seven Holy Jewels.25
Now I have no fear of poverty.
Because of the fear of hunger, I sought for food;
The food I found is the Samadhi of Suchness.
Now I have no fear of hunger.
Because of the fear of thirst, I sought for drink;
The heavenly drink I found is the wine
of mindfulness.28
Now I have no fear of thirst.
Because of the fear of loneliness, I searched
for a friend;
The friend I found is the bliss of
perpetual Siinyata.2T
Now I have no fear of loneliness.
Because of the fear of going astray,
I sought for the right path to follow.
The wide path I found is the Path of
Two-in-One.28
Now I do not fear to lose my way.
The Song of a Yogi's Joy
I am a yogi with all desirable possessions,
A man always happy where'er he stays.
Here at Yolmo Tagpu Senge Tson,
The tigress howling with a pathetic, trembling cry,
Reminds me that her helpless cubs are
innocently playing.
I cannot help but feel a great compassion for them,
I cannot help but practice more diligently,
I cannot help but augment thus my Bodhi-Mind.
The touching cry of the monkey,
So impressive and so moving,
Cannot help but raise in me deep pity.
The little monkey's chattering is amusing
and pathetic;
As I hear it, I cannot but think of it with
compassion.
The voice of the cuckoo is so moving,
And so tuneful is the lark's sweet singing,
That when I hear them I cannot help but listen-
When I listen to them,
I cannot help but shed my tears.
The varied cries and cawing of the crow,
Are a good and helpful friend unto the yogi.
Even without a single friend,
To remain here is a pleasure.
With joy flowing from my heart, I sing this happy song;
May the dark shadow of all men's sorrows
Be dispelled by my joyful singing.
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The disciples were all deeply moved, and a feeling of weariness
with Saqtsara overwhelmed them. They swore to Milarepa that they
would never leave the mountain. Afterwards, through the practice of
meditation, they all reached the state of perfection.
One day, Milarepa's patron Buddha29 told him the time had come
for him to go to Tibet proper and there meditate in solitude to help
sentient beings. The patron Buddha also prophesied the success of his
career in helping people and in spreading the Dharma. Hence, about
this time, Milarepa decided to go to Tibet.
This is the story of Yolmo Snow Mountain.