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ཆོས་ཀྱི་རྒྱ་མཚོ་ Bards of the bardo, hear my lay; ye glacial Himalayas, sway. Raise a warming toast in sake, while my mystic muse gets cocky. You who seek enlightenment unto whom these lines are sent open wide your spirit’s portal (you – who are not yet immortal) as we weigh a departed soul and hurl a vajra – let it roll with tantric thunderclap appeal while startled Bodhisattvas reel. Turn from the heights with sober eyes and under less celestial skies let us scrutinize the preacher, pop-star and Tibetan teacher: Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche (born in a manger – so they say) grew up deep in Eastern mountains, fed by esoteric fountains. Soon he became a monkish abbot painting thankas, chanting sutra in a saffron-colored habit high above the Brahmaputra. Later, the teacher headed west suckling Maya‘s milky breast selling used mantras on the way to devas who came out to play. Eventually, in Colorado he rocked the Rockies, thrilled the Beats Bringing to his own weird bardo bolder moves and tipsy feats. Crazy wisdom’s drunken master clothed in smartly elegant style, steered disciples toward disaster – partying gleefully all the while. He tantalized the Tantric flirts by seeking Buddhahood up their skirts; preaching, as their morals sunk from The Tibetan Book of the Drunk Meditating, glass in hand life of the party (of the ****** the master mingled with dakinis deep in the bardo of red bikinis. Leaving behind a score of tulkus empty bottles, broken parts books of empty words that fools choose after charlatans steal their hearts, Trungpa Rinpoche went down shaman of shame, hung-over clown and tried to mend his Karmic puncture where the left-hand paths make juncture: Axis of the All, he spoke a massive Himalayan joke. Chogyam’s sacred shambala brought last laughs to the last hurrah. When his Dharma-dream was ended Trungpa woke in hell, a snowball; karmic punctures still unmended prisoner of the Bardo Thodol Should you doubt the truths I tell, the facts are documented well. Crazy, isnt it? What we’ll take from vajra-vendors on the make.
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Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Vajra Cast From Golden Heights
ཆོས་ཀྱི་རྒྱ་མཚོ་ Bards of the bardo, hear my lay; ye glacial Himalayas, sway. Raise a warming toast in sake, while my mystic muse gets cocky. You who seek enlightenment unto whom these lines are sent open wide your spirit’s portal (you – who are not yet immortal) as we weigh a departed soul and hurl a vajra – let it roll with tantric thunderclap appeal while startled Bodhisattvas reel. Turn from the heights with sober eyes and under less celestial skies let us scrutinize the preacher, pop-star and Tibetan teacher: Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche (born in a manger – so they say) grew up deep in Eastern mountains, fed by esoteric fountains. Soon he became a monkish abbot painting thankas, chanting sutra in a saffron-colored habit high above the Brahmaputra. Later, the teacher headed west suckling Maya‘s milky breast selling used mantras on the way to devas who came out to play. Eventually, in Colorado he rocked the Rockies, thrilled the Beats Bringing to his own weird bardo bolder moves and tipsy feats. Crazy wisdom’s drunken master clothed in smartly elegant style, steered disciples toward disaster – partying gleefully all the while. He tantalized the Tantric flirts by seeking Buddhahood up their skirts; preaching, as their morals sunk from The Tibetan Book of the Drunk Meditating, glass in hand life of the party (of the ****** the master mingled with dakinis deep in the bardo of red bikinis. Leaving behind a score of tulkus empty bottles, broken parts books of empty words that fools choose after charlatans steal their hearts, Trungpa Rinpoche went down shaman of shame, hung-over clown and tried to mend his Karmic puncture where the left-hand paths make juncture: Axis of the All, he spoke a massive Himalayan joke. Chogyam’s sacred shambala brought last laughs to the last hurrah. When his Dharma-dream was ended Trungpa woke in hell, a snowball; karmic punctures still unmended prisoner of the Bardo Thodol Should you doubt the truths I tell, the facts are documented well. Crazy, isnt it? What we’ll take from vajra-vendors on the make.
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