From that unformulated expanse there radiates an offering cloud of Samantabhadra filling the measure of the dharmadhatu.
In it is a fine, wish-fulfilling tree with clouds for leaves,and within their folds is a jeweled throne of lions, lotus, sun and moon,

atop which sits the venerable Guru, the wisdom-treasure of all Victors, Mayajala Manjusri, with four arms, wearing silks and jewels-the complete sambhogakaya outfit.
He is orange like youthful sunlight, blazing with glowing vitality.

His bow and arrow of appearance and emptiness disrupt the processes of grasping and fixation.
His sword of prajna cuts out the root of suffering.
His prajnaparamita volume accurately reveals the True Meanings.
He and his children of the three times are the supreme mandala of Victors.

He appears vividly within the space of my faithful mind, this glorious one with lovely braids who proclaims the dharma of interdependence, appearance and emptiness, and whose compassion exceeds that of all other Victors.

This King of Speech, Mighty Muni, Lord of Dharma, is majestically present, like a glorious mound of gold.
In space above him is the head of all the lineages, Samantabhadra, Great Vajradhara, lovely, brilliant and dazzling.

On the right branch are the iconic Nagarjuna, the six ornaments, and the rest of the sages and siddhas of India.
On the left branch are Padmasambhava and the vidyadhara sages and siddhas of Tibet.

In the space out front are glorious Longchen Rabjampa, Marpa the translator, the outstanding Manjughosa Sakya Pandita, and the lords of dharma Tsong Khapa and Dolpopa, all of whom, in the attire of sages and siddhas, hold volumes and swords.

[Beyond that, atop a single atom is an infinite matrix of kayas and realms as numerous as all atoms....]