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        Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche

 

Never forget the Hinayana

Never forget blue/red moths on ratna bathhouse

Never forget almond liquid soap

Never forget humming bird in my eye

Never forget 13 dollar sake box

Never forget oriyoki lessons without speech

Never forget staying up for thirty hours

Never forget CTR in tent eating omlette at 10.00pm

Never forget Sergeant Lyon banging drum when I was dead, dead tired

Never forget that girl smiling

Never forget Regent Osel Tendzin empowering us all

Never forget thinking it is too bright in here

 

Never forget!

Never forget!

Never forget!

 

Heres to La Vid and 86 the best year ever!

 

Rita Ashworth

Stockport UK

 

Haunting , As You Promised.

I would like to dream about you to ease this longing,

but your presence continues on in everything, everywhere,

so what could a dream of you satisfy? 

You are there always, you are not there at all.

Sometimes I think I see you driving in another car on the L.A. freeway.

That would be so like you to show up that way, waving as you pass.

I offer my song to you when I sing.

I put you in the audience becuase it makes me tell the truth.

You really are there, you are not there at all.

I was your student when I was 17; this year I am 50.

I wonder if I have any idea about anything.

I really do wonder.

Dharma.

Then I remember I am a Mukpo, too.

And I can rely on our connection wholeheartedly.

I really don't mean to be so stupid.

I don't want to waste time.

I don't want to be distracted.

I had the best opportunity a person can ever have.

I was taken, every bit of me, by the King of the Universe.

I am writing this as if you would read it yourself,

You really are there, you are not there at all.

Offering you everything, anything, all of it, always, forever,

Always, everything, on and on, forever and ever and ever.

------

-Anne Kerry Ford

Ojai, California

Gratitude

Let me be thankful every moment of every day
And not just for a few moments on Thanksgiving Day
In this world, full of pain, horror, love and courageousness

Somewhere someone is tortured and hunted while I am free of fear
Their suffering is as deep as the darkest chasm

Somewhere someone is without is without the food, medicine, shelter that have surrounded me
They waste and die in pain and hunger that I've never known

Somewhere someone has never been cared for as I have been cared for
They were parented by abandonment, neglect, and mistrust while I was protected and instructed by selflessness

Somewhere someone has given up hope of the rescue that I have never needed
They are desperate but sure that no one will hear their call
In a realm of barren loneliness

Let me remember the plight of the unfortunate
Let me remember the confusion of the lost
Let me remember the power of my fortune
Let me share it with the world

And when misfortune finds me
Let me be thankful for the wonders of my life
When I am sad or afraid let me be truly so and not indulgent in self-pity

Let me remember the faces of those that have loved me
Let me remember the gifts born of true love
Let me remember that I was lucky
In a world where love is precious

And if I am truly wretched
And I find that all hope has abandoned me
And all my friends are gone
And every moment is measured in pain

Let me remember
That in my heart
There is an eternal spark of love

And that I saw it and accepted it
And I saw that love and gratitude
Are one and the same

By Dudley Jackson
March/April 2008
Offered respectfully for the 21st Parinirvana of Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche