trungpa

Homage to CTR

Who is exhausted when remembering your inexhaustible naughtiness?

Who is reverent having been taught to ransack kleshas and show no mercy?

Who is regretful when every moment is a glorious dawn of present realization?

A spontaneously composed poem is…

Spontaneous poem is like Brushstroke journey One moment following into the next black ink on white paper shape out of the formless punctuation for the sheer hell of it … Even a pause is continuation of the flowering … Even silence speaks…. … And then off we go again Sometimes soaring into rarified alpine airsContinue reading “A spontaneously composed poem is…”