I find no place where Buddha not exists.
Non-space, non-Buddha—this my constant thought.
These brilliant snowy mountains in the sky
The Lord Supreme pervades—the Lord of all.
When I left Japan for Tibet, a friend of mine, Mr. S. Shimamura, had sent in farewell a prophetic uta which had been fulfilled, so I mention it here with my reply.
The path for you, you’ll find as you proceed
Across the pathless mountain-passes drear;
The Universal Leader, Buddha Great, your Guide
Shall be in all your rambles in Tibet.