Ngak’chang Rinpoche comments:
Yeshé Tsogyel destroys the minions of peevish irritation. She executes the passive-aggressive contrivances of self-righteous delusion. She transfixes religious indignation and resentment through the overwhelming daggers of her ferocious wisdom stare. In her left hand she holds the skeleton of an owl, whose bones are radiant with moonlight, and offers raging oceans of menstrual blood from an owl-skull in the midst of the craggy nest of bones. In her right hand she holds the phurba with blades of coral, conch, and lapis lazuli, which impales every failure to manifest the warmth of intrinsic human tenderness.