VajrapaniThe musicality of being is the clear tone of a bell Destroying all mist which rises from below It is the slashing sword which rends aside the veils of ignorance Which cuts the power of Mara [suffering & illusion]Not mercy but destruction Do not keep it, but dissolve it The curves of blindness are dangerous as a poisonous snake Ignorance is not tolerated by the wise It is eliminatedIn clarity only is there truth No being, no form, no idea Can be more important Purify ruthlessly, cut off the tubers Of slimy desires which ever cling Growing, like mold upon the pureSwamp tendrils ever curl up the arms of the wanderer Hands rise up out of the muck, pulling him under Alluring eyes call him forth, Smiles beckon, and infinities of illusions rise up to him To pull him down.Do not give in, do not listen to the coiling voices They are hollow, like spiderwebs, they are empty of knowledge They are the knots of endless form, calling down food That they may glut themselvesWanderer along the path to heaven My task is to aid you If you are pure, my sword and knowledge Are at your disposal If you yearn after purity, yet cannot escape The barbed tendrils and strangling life-slime Meditate upon me, for my life is virtuous and my mind is free Like an icy mountain lake, or a clear autumn evening No illusions may exist around meI am the shining jewel where no dust may settle I am one trunk, with no branches I do not scatter my energy in wasteful forms Nor do I allow clouds to rest before me I am clarity and wisdom, without blight.I inspire the strong and noble Who shun deception, and favor truth For the world is full of lies And the clear sword of Truth is needed To pierce its darkness.