Dearest Lisa, Vajra Sister,

August 17, 2008

We danced in the Buddha fields of Karme Choling

Together with our sweet Khenpo Rinpoche.

You were the Dorje Lopon at my KCL  Vajrayogini

Four Karmas Fire Puja, bath in dignity and light.

You came to my dorm room and woke me

When we had a disagreement

So as not to create any further karma.

You had the sign of a Dakini

But never used it for self gain.

We met at the feet of Thrangu Rinpoche

In Woodstock, land of hippies and The Karmapas.

We talked about going to India while looking

at crystal malas in the KTD bookstore.

I massaged your feet in Halifax while you

convalesced on Eve's couch during a CK Abhisheka.

We laughed when I said you didn't need to tell anyone

About your 'procedure,' you thought that was outrageous.

My little vajra queen, so humble, always taking the last seat

Always spreading the dharma like star dust indiscriminately

You took the Buddha's teachings seriously --

You went beyond broken heartedness

Which you never quite recovered from.

You understood devotion and in the end

You understood bravery, your world was very large.

Released from the suffering of this confused dimension

You dance in the Buddhafields of a mind well trained.

We will miss you, we are sad, you left too soon

But we are not worried, if you don't do well

Who will?

This doha was sung in a cave in NYC by,

Your loving vajra sister,

Rochelle Weithorn