Trungpa Rinpoche

 

Late-night adventure

walk-through winters woods

cloudy sky with few clear spaces

shy moon peaks through

 

up the icy trail

crunching snow beneath walking feet

wind blows through the trees

bringing forth creaks and groans

 

this night is a celebration of life

filled with the wonder of a child

darkness and light ring on shadows

that play and dance to a sacred tune

 

at the end the man-made structure

in a valleys sheltered space

once burned and brought ashes

of a teacher named Chogyam Trungpa

 

Written February 22, 1991