EKAJATI
BHYO
The suchness of penetrating, primordial insight
Arises as the all-pervading essence of everything.
You, the mother, the great consort Ekajati,
Creator of samsara and nirvana, please arise from space.
SAMAYA JAḤ
BHYO
Before the first kalpa
The great lord and his consort
United in mind without meeting.
On her forehead there arose an iron mole.
From that, Samantabhadri, protector of mantra,
Was born with one turquoise lock of hair.
Then the Lord of Secret
Appointed her the protector of the seventeen tantras.
In the castle of cosmic miracles
Dwells the mother Ekajati,
Surrounded by a retinue of a hundred thousand mamos.
Both peaceful and wrathful, she is quick to act.
She is the queen who rules the three worlds.
AH BHYO
You wear a white cloud as raiment.
In your right hand is the red heart of the transgressor of samaya.
From your left hand you emanate in all directions
A hundred iron wolves as aides.
The single eye of dharmakaya manifests on your forehead.
Your single fang pierces the heart of Mãra.
Your single breast nurtures supreme practitioners as your children.
You are naked but for a tiger skin round your waist.
When the practitioner is tormented by sloth
Be an arrow of awareness.
When the practitioner has lost the way
Be a torch of meditation.
When the practitioner is confused by doubt
Sound the great trumpet of confidence.
When the practitioner is attacked by enemies
Be the wrathful, wild protector.
Protect the teachings of Buddha.
Cause the domain of the three jewels to prosper.
Nurture the three sanghas as your children.
Those who profess the tantras to all,
Those who display arrogance as dharma,
Those who have perverted views:
By the miracles of the wrathful mamo,
Fiercely seize their hearts with venomous anguish;
Kill them and lead them to dharmadhatu.
VAM
In the dharmakāya you are self-liberated luminosity.
In the sambhogakāya you are Vajrayogini.
In the nirmāṇakāya you are the mother of all.
To you, the energy of insight arising from space, I make the outer, inner, and secret offerings.
From the simplicity of bliss and emptiness, Into the suchness of the fourth abhisheka, Lady of mantra, receive and lead us.
SAMAYA HOH
OM MAMA RULU RULU HUM BHYO HUM
MAHA-AMRITA-RAKTA-BALIM TE PUJA HOH
DHARMADHATU EVAM
This was written by Chökyi Gyatso, the Eleventh Trungpa.
Translated by the Nalāndā Translation Committee.