Lobsang Lhalungpa
This sad news received by email today: Lobsang Lhalungpa, translator of the Life of Milarepa and a major figure in the Tibetan exile community, was killed two days ago in Santa Fe, New Mexico, aged 82. He was hit by a drunk driver.
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May 4, 2008 at 11:18 pm
Lobsang truly lived what he believed. He was an amazing being.
May 6, 2008 at 4:14 pm
I’m deeply moved by this news. I met him in New York over 30 years ago, when he was working on his Life of Milarepa translation with Lord Pentland and Far West Editions. He was my first connection with the Dharma. I’ve thought of him countless times, and treasure his translations. I was so hoping to someday see him again on trips to Taos, where I was born. He definitely changed my life and I bow deeply. With love to his family, students and friends.
May 6, 2008 at 11:06 pm
I feel heartfelt sadness at the news of Lobsangla’s tragic death. I met him in Santa Fe in the early ’90’s when I was just starting to work on my book, The Life of Gampopa. He and Gisela were tirelessly kind and generous to me, embodying the highest spirit of friendship and hospitality. Lobsang served me endless Indian tea and cookies while he generously volunteered his time and knowledge in helping me with translations. I was honored and touched to be able to spend some precious hours with this great man. Lobsang truly embodied bodhichitta in his loving-kindness, compassion, generosity of spirit, refinement and graciousness. Despite his many accomplishments and relative fame, he was ever down to earth, soft-spoken and joyful. We shared many laughs together, and I will always remember his shining gentle eyes. I feel grateful and uplifted for having known him. A light has gone out of our world, but I am certain that he will benefit many beings wherever he emanates
May 25, 2008 at 5:19 pm
Tucked away in a little Brazilian village in 1981, there I was, 11 years old, devouring all his teaching through his amazing books. He opened up a world of transcedental beauty for my avid eyes and for that I will be forever grateful to him. This tragedy is a great lost for this world but I will be forever grateful for him to take his place into this world and light so many candles around him. Om Shanti