this is a selection of writing by tibetan buddhist, Chogyam Trungpa. It speaks to my heart and i think it will speak to yours as well. It reminds me of you.
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ONE Parents are very kind, But I am too young to appreciate it. The highland mountains and valleys are beautiful, But having never seen the lowlands, I am stupid.
TWO Having striven for mind's nourishment, Sharpening the spearhead of intellect, I discovered permanent parents Whom I can never forget.
THREE Having no one to influence my outlook, I display my primordial nature And adopt the style of a youthful prince. This is due to the only father guru.
FOUR I am busy working for others. Prajna, penetrating all obstacles, Has made the prince old and wise, Fearing no one.
FIVE Dancing in space, Clad in clouds, Eating the sun and holding the moon, The stars are my retinue.
SIX The naked child is beautiful and dignified. The red flower blooms in the sky. It is ironic to see the formless dancer, Dancing to the trumped without a trumpeter.
SEVEN At the palace of red ruby, Listening to the utterance of the seed syllable, It is joyful to watch the dance of illusion, The seductive maidens of phenomena.
EIGHT The warrior without a sword, Riding on a rainbow, Hears the limitless laughter of transcendent joy. The poisonous snake becomes amrita.
NINE Drinking fire, wearing water, Holding the mace of the wind, Breathing earth, I am the lord of the three worlds.
this is a selection of writing by tibetan buddhist, Chogyam Trungpa. It speaks to my heart and i think it will speak to yours as well. It reminds me of you.
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ONE
Parents are very kind,
But I am too young to appreciate it.
The highland mountains and valleys are beautiful,
But having never seen the lowlands, I am stupid.
TWO
Having striven for mind's nourishment,
Sharpening the spearhead of intellect,
I discovered permanent parents
Whom I can never forget.
THREE
Having no one to influence my outlook,
I display my primordial nature
And adopt the style of a youthful prince.
This is due to the only father guru.
FOUR
I am busy working for others.
Prajna, penetrating all obstacles,
Has made the prince old and wise,
Fearing no one.
FIVE
Dancing in space,
Clad in clouds,
Eating the sun and holding the moon,
The stars are my retinue.
SIX
The naked child is beautiful and dignified.
The red flower blooms in the sky.
It is ironic to see the formless dancer,
Dancing to the trumped without a trumpeter.
SEVEN
At the palace of red ruby,
Listening to the utterance of the seed syllable,
It is joyful to watch the dance of illusion,
The seductive maidens of phenomena.
EIGHT
The warrior without a sword,
Riding on a rainbow,
Hears the limitless laughter of transcendent joy.
The poisonous snake becomes amrita.
NINE
Drinking fire, wearing water,
Holding the mace of the wind,
Breathing earth,
I am the lord of the three worlds.
forever we enter our reply
Deleteat six make that *trumpet* not trumped
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