Jacqueline Gens

Crazy Wisdom for Chogyam Trungpa Lone warrior on rocky precipice of sanity Bearing the mindstream of ancient runes To fickle lords of materialism Riding your wild tiger of ferocity Soft-hearted Bodhisattva true son of Padmakara Wild horses couldn’t keep us apart For decades the momentary clasp Of your crocodile hold kept me close The first time I saw you I made the secret sign You met my gaze and read my mind Instructing me but I was too ignorant Just recalling your luminous face now Reminds me of our sacred purpose In the great expanse of space may We meet again our minds conjoined Briefly in joy and sorrow Amid this samsaric visage of heartbreak
Previous article Nima
Next article
Walter hitchhiked from Philly to Boulder in 1974. He seems confused about what happened after that.