The Great Chariot

by Longchenpa | 268,580 words

A Commentary on Great Perfection: The Nature of Mind, Easer of Weariness In Sanskrit the title is ‘Mahāsandhi-cittā-visranta-vṛtti-mahāratha-nāma’. In Tibetan ‘rDzogs pa chen po sems nyid ngal gso’i shing rta chen po shes bya ba ’...

Part 1b.3b.iii - The four divisions: The fruition of power

As for the dominant result:

The power of the effect ripens externally.
Here with impure dependence on the power of other,
Takers of life will live in a place that is very drab.
Medicinal herbs and trees, leaves and fruits and flowers,
Food and drink are insipid with little potency.
Also hard to digest, they make obstacles to life.

From taking what is not given, crops will never ripen.
We are born in a region of terrible cold, with hail and famine.

Sexual transgressors are born in crowded places,
Or miry swamps that are full of urine and excrement,
Nasty places of stinking filth and sticky defilement.
They are cramped and depressed within such joyless places.

Liars are born in inhospitable fearful places.
Wealth soon shifts, as they are cheated by all the others.

Slanderers are blocked by impassible heights and depths,
Cliffs, ravines, and deep defiles oppose all progress
With an unpleasant variety of irregular faces.

Those who use harsh language are born among stones and thorns.
In places that are hot, or otherwise disagreeable.

By idle talk we are born where harvests never ripen,
In places where the flow of seasons is disrupted.
We cannot stay anywhere long, as things are so unstable.

By coveting we see meager grain with copious chaff,
Born where the better times of year are changeable.

By malice we are born in places naturally harmful.
Crops and grain are pungent & bitter to the taste.
There are thieves, tyrannical rulers, savage tribes and snakes.

By wrong view we have no source of precious things.
Medicinal herbs and trees, flowers, and grain are few.
There is no refuge, and we have neither friends nor protectors.

The resolution is as presented.

The Commentary on the Center and Limit says:

By the power of being a vessel, virtue predominates.

The ripening is also internal.

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