First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungpa

The impulse to believe the absurd when presented with the unknowable is called religion. Whether this is wise or unwise is the domain of doctrine. Once you understand someone's doctrine, you understand their rationale for believing the absurd. At that point, it may no longer seem absurd. You can get to both sides of this conondrum from here.

Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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TO GESAR OF LING

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Armor ornamented with gold designs,
Great horse adorned with sandalwood saddle:
These I offer you, great Warrior General--
Subjugate now the barbarian insurgents.

Your dignity, O Warrior.
Is like lightning in rain clouds.
Your smile, O Warrior,
Is like the full moon.
Your unconquerable power
Is like a tiger springing.
Surrounded by troops,
You are a wild yak.
Becoming your enemy
Is being caught by a crocodile:
O Warrior, protect me,
The ancestral heir.

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Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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LOVE'S FOOL

Love.
What is love?
What is love.
Love is a fading memory
Love is piercingly present
Love is full of charm
Love is hideously in the way
Explosion of love makes you feel ecstatic
Explosion of love makes you feel suicidal
Love brings goodliness and godliness
Love brings celestial vision
Love creates the unity of heaven and earth
Love tears apart heaven and earth.
Is love sympathy.
Is love gentleness.
Is love possessiveness.
Is love sexuality.
Is love friendship.
Who knows?
Maybe the rock knows
Sitting diligently on earth
Not flinching from cold snowstorms or baking heat.
O rock,
How much I love you:
You are the only loveable one.
Would you let me grow a little flower of love on you?
If you don't mind,
Maybe I could grow a pine tree on you.
If you are so generous,
Maybe I could build a house on you.
If you are fantastically generous,
Maybe I could eat you up,
Or move you to my landscape garden.
It is nice to be friends with a rock.

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Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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REPORT FROM LOVELAND

First you like your neighbor,
You have a friendly chat;
Then you are inquisitive,
You begin to compare;
After that you are disturbed
By a lack of harmony;
You hate your neighbor,
Because there are too many mosquitoes in your house.
How silly it is to have a territory in love.
The trouble with you is
That you have forgotten your husband;
The trouble with you is,
You have forgotten your wife.
"Oh this love of datura
It's killing me
But I like it
I would like to keep on with it-
One late night
Drove home
Having been loved
Oh how terrible to be at home
It's chilly
Unfriendly
Feels guilty
But angry
Household articles
Begin to talk to me
My past
My home affairs
My love affair
My wife my husband
Oh shut up!
It's none of your business
You stove
Just get out out of my way
You rug
Make yourself invisible
I'm not going to tidy you people up
But
But
But
It's my home
I always want to have a home to come back to
Hell on earth
Hungry ghost
Jealous gods
Human passion
Euphoria of the gods
Stupor of the animals
I thought I was having fun
I'm so innocent
If only I could be with my lover
Nothing would matter
But
The past is haunting me
If I could live in the present
Constant fountain of romance
Nothing would matter
How foolish
How stupid-
Maybe how fantastic."

It all boils down to
Rotten fish beef stew gone bad,
Before we imitate the cuckoos or the pigeons,
We had better think twice
Or thrice

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Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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1018 SPRUCE STREET (AND K.A.)

So passionate
That your lips are quivering
So angry
That your blood is boiling
So stupid
That you lost track of your nose
So much so
In this world of so-so
So much
Therefore so little
So little
So great
Just so
The beauty lies in
A rose petal
Just touched by
Melting morning dew
Beauty lies in
Dragonflies
With their double wings
Buzzing neatly
As if they were stationary
Beauty lies in
Majestic shoe
That sits diligently
While the meditators
Torture themselves
In a restless shiver
So right
Norwegian girl
With her occasional professorial look
Dancing with the typewriter
Wife-ing
Just so
With her lukewarm iron
How titillating
(This ticklish world)
Just so.

If you're going to tickle me
Be gentle
Be so precise
So that
I could be amused
But
Wouldn't get hurt
By your clawing
But titillating enough
To stimulate
My system
With your feminine
Healthy shiny
Well-trimmed nail
Just so.

The trees
Grow
Just so
Baby ducks
Learn to float
Just so
Mosquitoes' beaks
Well-made
Just so
Oh you Norwegian girl
Do you know how many warts
On a toad's back?
How many wrinkles
On granddad's forehead?
How many deals
Steve Roth has made?
Nothing to worry
Everything is
Just so
Doesn't quite hurt
But sometimes
Painfully ticklish.

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Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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1135 10TH STREET (AND G.M.)

How nice it is to meet an old friend,
How refreshing to see an old friend;
Meeting an old friend is much better than discovering new ones--
Passing an old stone
On the winding mountain road,
Passing an old oak tree
In the English country garden.
Passing a derelict castle
On the French hillside,
Passing an old ant
On the sidewalk--
Glory be to Giovannina!
Maybe all this is a castle in the air,
Maybe this is my conceptualized preconceived subconscious
imaginary expectation,
Maybe this is just a simple blade of grass.
It is all very touching.
Maybe it is just glue,
Glorified glue
That glues heaven and earth together,
Glue that seals great cracks in the Tower of London.
However,
There is something nice about Giovannina:
When she smiles,
She cheers up the depressed pollution;
When she talks,
She proclaims the wisdom of precision.
She is somewhat small,
But dynamite.
She seems to know who she is.
She could create thunderstorm;
She could produce gentle rain.
She could get you good property;
She brings down the castle in the air.
She is somehow in my opinion well-manufactured.
Fresh air of the Alps
I think she is fresh air,
Which turns into a well-cared-for garden
Free from lawn mowers and insecticides.

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Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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1111 PEARL STREET (AND D.S.)

Our anxiety,
Our case history,
Our problems with the world
We tried so hard to accomplish,
We tried very hard.
But now we are a sitting rock in the midst of rain;
We are the broom in the closet;
We are just leaves rejected by an autumn tree.
Sometimes we think highly of ourselves--
Thundering typhoons!
Glory be to Captain Haddock,
Punished for not being crazy enough,
Sent to jail for being crazy.
Docs a pitchfork have a blade?
Do the handcuffs have emotions?
Persecuted by your own guilt,
Uplifted by your chauvinism
The whole thing is a bag full of razorblades and pebbles.

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Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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78 FIFTH AVENUE

It was a desolate space you provided today;
It was hearty, but sadly WASP.
The subtle air of power is devastating
In the midst of the Black Velvet advertisement.
It is a rewarding experience that you are not on a billboard,
But a breathing human being
Who produce a star on your nose as you sweat.
Our meeting was like a lady rider having a chat with a horse in its
stall
With the atmosphere of potent dung, refreshing hay,
While the neighboring horse, clad in a tartan blanket, looked on.
This desolate concrete cemetery that you claim is your birthplace--
I feel you deserve more than this:
Rebars and concrete facades,
Eternally farting cars spreading pollution,
Yellow cabs producing their own aggression for the sake of money
and legality
You should be sitting on rocks
Where the heathers grow, daisies take their delight, clovers roam
around and pine trees drop their needles of hints.
You deserve a better world than what you have.
I would like to take you for a ride in my world,
My heroic world:
We ride in a chariot adorned with the sun, the moon and the four
elements;
We take a great leap as we ride;
We are not timid people;
We are not trapped in our beauty or profession.
Oh you--
Your corrupted purity is still immaculate from a layman's point of
view.
However, I am not a layman:
I am a lover.
Let us chew together a blade of chive--
You could take me out for dinner next.
Heaven forbid!
Gosh! as they say.
Suddenly I miss you.
Do you miss me?
You miss
I miss
You miss
I miss
You miss
I miss
Should you miss me?
Should I miss you?
It's all a mutual game.
If you miss me, maintain your is-ness.
When I see you next, I want to see you exactly the same as I saw you
now.
But that is too foolish
Let us come to an agreement:
If I miss you, you will be slightly different;
If you miss me, I will be slightly different.
Let us meet each other in our growth and aging.
In any case, let us build the Empire State Building on top of the Continental Divide.

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Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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THE ALDEN (AND THOMAS FREDERICK)

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I hand you my power;
If I grow you grow.
Your childishness is the ground where you can take part in the
power.
Your inquisitiveness is magnificent.
There is need for a further growing tie with heaven and earth.
I have given you the space,
The very blue sky;
The clouds and the suns and the moons are yours.
But you are confused,
You like more toys:
Should they be made of gold, or plastic?
Should they come from New Jersey, or from the collections of the
British court?
Could you use your responsibility as a golden joke, or a vajra
scepter?
It is very heavy,
But I think you can hold it.
Canoeing is not for you,
Maybe parachuting.
Embroidering is not for you,
Maybe executing.
You, my son,
Take your Swiss Army knife--
Make a samurai sword out of it.

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Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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COMMENTARY ON "THE ALDEN (AND THOMAS FREDERICK)"

I hand you my power:
When I gave you an inch, that symbolized a mile;
I am glad you accept me and my mileage,

If I grow you grow:
If my kingdom grows, you will be hassled by it;
You will be forced to grow,

Your childishness is the ground where you can take part in the power:
Your innocence and willingness are the only working basis
we have;
Therefore, I hope you will be corrupted and cynical,
which is good,

Your inquisitiveness is magnificent:
You have not been embarrassed by a wooden nickel,
But you are so inquisitive about how I manage my world;
I am proud that I can push you into the world of elegance,

There is need for a further growing tie with heaven and earth:
Your smelly socks are due to having dandruff in your hair;
Please don't regard this as problematic:
We should have head and feet together.

I have given you the space:
Since there is no choice--
Space is not mine but yours too;
But in my case, I pretended that I owned it,
And gave it to you as my hearty gift.

The very blue sky:
In the world of dharmadhatu everything is blue;
You I felt as the inheritor of our lineages.

The clouds and the suns and the moons are yours:
The organization of clouds, suns of your insight and
moons of challenge:
To work among these three;
However, this is not passing the buck;
I regard this as passing the family heirloom--
If I may say so, you should be proud of it.

But you are confused:
Too many gifts and complimentary remarks
cross-eyed owl, or frog, for that matter;
But don't take it too seriously--
The confusion is powerfully yours.

You like more toys:
Tinkle tinkle toy world is glorious but hard-core
toy world is depressing--
They are all made out of plastic anyway;
Don't you think there's something unpleasant about that?

Should they be made of gold, or plastic?
Should they be?
Even though they may be made out of gold, it is plastic--
You have better taste than that, Osel.

Should they come from New Jersey , or from the collections of the British court?
I would prefer they come from the British court,
But then you should be involved in a different court;
Maybe New Jersey is too familiar to you;
Don't be so crazy about cosmopolitanness--
They have their own rotten history.

Could you use your responsibility as a golden joke, or a vajra scepter?
This is a one-sided question: obviously the vajra scepter;
The golden joke of the other cosmopolitan trips is pretty funky,
I hope you know that.

It is very heavy:
It is demanding;
It does not provide you with a smile, but you have to provide it
with your own smile--
But do we know what "it" is?

But I think you can hold it:
Don't have domestic orgasm but but but hold it--
Let us have cosmic orgasm with a giant splash:
Don't you think that's a good idea with a vajra scepter in your
hand?

Canoeing is not for you:
You should swim, you should do equitation, you should do archery;
But diving together with hippy-dippy canoeing-trippy
is outdated for you,
Don't you think so?

Maybe parachuting:
Ah! There's something for you, you could do this:
Parachuting, literally or metaphorically;
I know you like the drop and I know you like the float--
Maybe we could do them together at some point.

Embroidering is not for you:
Little stitches are very much of low vision.

Maybe executing:
You would be a great executor;
You are a great officer in executive committee:
I'm sure that is a good job for you--
You have done it already in any case.

You, my son:
Did you know your father was I?
But in any case, who can transcend the affection beyond sonship
but you?

Take your Swiss Army knife:
Made in Switzerland, all sorts of possibilities:
Goodly made, efficient, well-thought-out, everything you could
think of,
My gift to you,
Which says T.C.S. on the handle as well,

Make a samurai sword out of it:
Be a good swordsman.

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Boulder, Colorado

On the occasion of the empowerment of the Vajra Regent Osel Tendzin.
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Re: First Thought Best Thought, 108 Poems, by Chogyam Trungp

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AURORA 7 (#2)

Sun is dead,
Moon is born;
Moon is dead,
Sun is born,
Who said that?
Which is true,
Sun-moon are alive,
Sun-moon are dead;
They both shine on their own schedules.
Chogyam is alive;
No hope for the death of Chogyam--
Taking care of Chogyie
With hot warm towels
Breakfast in bed
Chamber pots in their proper places
Serving Chogyie as the precious jewel who may not stay with us--
All take part in the platitude of serving Chogyie as a dying person!
Oh! What's become of Chogyie?
He drinks too much,
He's bound to die soon
Taking care of Chogyie is no longer would-be mother's pleasure?
Thriving strongly,
Existing powerfully,
Eternally growing,
Stainless steel veins:
Chogyie is a crystal ball with stainless steel veins.
With diamond heart,
Even the most accomplished samurais' swords can't cut Chogyie's
veins,
Because his veins are vajra metal,
The blood is liquid ruby,
The indestructibility of Chogyie is settled
For foes very frightening:
Downfall of him never occurs;
For friends rejoicing:
Chogyie is made out of vajra nature,
Such good Chogyie makes people shed their tears;
Such good Chogyie makes people tremble before his vajra dignity,
Chogyie is going to be pain and pleasure for all of you,
Whether you hate or love him.
Chogyie's indestructibility could be venom as well as longevity-nectar,
Here comes Chogyie,
Chogyie's for all,
Take Chogyie as yours--
Chogyam says: Lots of love!
I'm yours!

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