April is Poetry Month, so this month we offer several poems by Chogyam Trungpa

As skylarks hunt for their prey,
I am captured by their stillness.

I experience neither thirst nor hunger,
But skylarks captivate my memory.

Whistling arrows on the battlefield remind me of my general’s bravery:
Should I run away or should I stay?

Buddhism neither tells me the false nor the true:
It allows me to discover myself.

Shakyamuni was so silent:
Should I complain against him?

From Timely Rain: Selected Poems of Chogyam Trungpa, page 42. Composed December 31, 1981.