April is Poetry Month, so this month we offer several poems by Chogyam Trungpa
Completely intoxicated by you,
This longing for Padma Trimê.
There is nothing to conceal,
Yet hardly anything to expose
For my faith and devotion is beyond word or melody of music.
A kind that no one would be able to hear or understand.
It is beautiful to grow with this loneliness,
Since it is your aloneness which inspires and drives me into selfless action.
The echo of your voice is heard.
The expression of your face is seen.
But when I become acquainted with these,
There is no more longing,
But the infinite compassion is inherited by your son.
You thrust upon me this weight.
I know it will remain as burden
Until I see your face in me,
And hear your voice from everywhere.
This is you Padma Trimê:
Ornamented with yogi costumes,
Dancing on a cloud,
Singing in the language of Dakinis–
You are the fire and water,
You act as the earth and the space
Which accommodate the infinite.
A poem written by Chogyam Trungpa to his teacher, Jamgon Kongtrul Padma Trime. Composed March 28, 1969. From Timely Rain: Selected Poetry of Chogyam Trungpa, pages 11 to 12.