A Song of Eight Cases of Freedom from Impedance, Exemplified by a Lance
Which Meets No Hindrance When Flourished in the Sky

To that paragon, the dharmakaya, treasure isle
To the treasure too, samboghakaya’s range of forms
Who as nirmanakaya fills the needs of beings
To the precious lord, I bow respectfully

Decisive understanding of your basic being
No bias towards samsara or nirvana
Conviction reached, you change your mind no more
These are three which render view unhindered
Like a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Cutting through the root, it holds its own ground
Sixfold consciousness unspoiled by artifice
Free of effort aimed at recollection
These are three which make meditation fully free
Like a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Experiences just naturally unhindered
Free of fear, depression, and anxiety
The triumph over all perceived/perceiver split
These are three which render conduct fully free
Like a lance that flashes free in the open sky

The kayas five pristinely self-occurring
Directly manifest through your experience
Ambition for achieving buddhahood consumed
These are three which make fruition fully free
Like a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Transgressions, downfalls, pure from the beginning
Experiences stainless clarity and emptiness
When you have made your peace with self-importance
These are three which make samaya fully free
Like a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Self-concern’s ambitions are exhausted
Uplifting waves of love without contention
Tireless, relentless, not self-seeking
These are three which make compassion fully free
Like a lance that flashes free in the open sky

The murkiness of clinging clarified
Causes and conditions, like reflections
Knowing what to do and not, that subtle art
These are three which make relations fully free
Like a lance that flashes free in the open sky

Prayers of aspiration long sent wakening
Whatever’s done contributing to benefit
Effortless spontaneous performance
These three make activity unhindered
Like a lance that flashes free in the open sky

This tune upon this well-known site in Chungkar
That tells of eight whole lances flashing freely
Borne on the blessing waves of able gurus
Appeared in mind and now’s been put to song

Composed by the lord Götsangpa
Under the guidance of Khenpo Tsultrim Gyamtso Rinpoche, translated and arranged by Jim Scott, Kamalashila, Schloss Wachendorf, Germany, 7 Aug. 1996