This morning, for some unknown reason, I was in a state of panic. Out of the blue, I suddenly realised that I had forgotten my Tibetan Dharma name, the name given to me by my Buddhist teacher Khensur Losang Thubten Rinpoche many years ago.
Suddenly I was afraid of losing connection with my teacher. If you ever meet him, you will find that he is an embodiment of loving kindness and compassion. He had given me so much guidance during those tumultuous years of my life. Through him, I learn about compassion.
Whenever I see him, all my worries just dissipate into thin air. In his gentle soft voice, he always asks about my parents, the kids and most importantly whether I had been meditating. I always reply sheepishly, "I've not been meditating, Rinpoche."
He would smile, clasp his hands before his face and say, "Remember to chant this mantra Om Mani Padme Hum."
So, all morning, I dug into the deepest recess of my mind, trying to recall that special name that used to roll off my tongue. As I swept the dried leaves in the yard, my mind couldn't stop thinking. Later when I was running through the trails of Bukit Timah Hill, I decided to chant Om Mani Padme Hum with every step I took.
Suddenly, I had a revelation. Since I could remember the first name "Jampa', I tried to run the name through my head like this, Jampa A, Jampa B, Jampa C and by the time I came to Jampa D, it came so clearly to me.
Eureka! It's Jampa Drolka. What a beautiful name. It brings wonderful memories of my teacher and his teachings. I feel so connected to Rinpoche again.