We are your most faithful servants, O Grand Lama, give us, grace us with your illuminations in a language our contaminated European minds can understand, and if need be, transform our Mind, create for us a mind turned entirely toward those perfect summits where the Human Mind no longer suffers.
Make us a Mind without habits, a mind truly frozen in the Mind, or a Mind with purer habits, if they can help us toward freedom.
We are surrounded by bellowing popes, poetasters, critics, dogs, our Mind is gone to the dogs who think directly in terms of the earth, who think incorrigibly in the present.
Teach us, O Lama, the physical levitation of matter and how we may no longer be earthbound.
For you well know what transparent liberation of souls, what freedom of the Mind in the Mind we mean, O acceptable Pope, O true Pope in the Mind.
With the inward eye I contemplate you, O Pope on the inward summit. It is inwardly that I am like you: I, dust, idea, lip, levitation, dream, cry, renunciation of idea, suspended among all the forms and hoping for nothing but the wind.
trns. by David Rattray
Tibetan Book of the Great Liberation