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We were almost home...
"Tell me how we lost each other"...
We were trekking back to the beyul, to our cave at Hundred Springs. We stayed too long in Chimpu visiting our teacher, Winter was already claiming the high passes and we were caught in a blizzard. When we could walk no more, we sat down and cleave in yab-yum, reciting our pranidhana and prepared each other for the bardo. We entered the clear light together hand-in-hand, we danced amongst the Shanta Devata and roared with the Krodha. Then we came to the sidpa. We were almost to the gate when you heard the laughter of our son. You looked away from me, saw his lapis light below and went towards it. I tried to grab you back but you were suddenly very far away and I heard our teacher say, "Do not despair, you will find her again."
