Chogyam Trungpa Perfect Love Poem


the perfect love poem By Chogyam Trungpa there is a beautiful snow peak mountain With peaceful clouds wrapped around her
shoulders the surrounding air is filled with love and peace what is going to be is what is…that is love there is no fear of leaping into the
immeasurable space of love Fall in love or are you in love such questions cannot be answerd because in this peace of an all prevading presence no one is in and no one is falling in no one is posessed by another I see a beautiful playground which some may call heaven. Others may regard it a trap of hell. But I Chogyam don’t care in the playground beautiful dakinis are holding hand drums..flutes and bells
are holding hands some of them who are dancing hold naked flames..water ..nightingale whole global earth the galaxies around These dakinis may perform their dance of death or birth or sickness I am still completely intoxicated in love and with this love I watch them circle this performance is all for pervading and universal
nervous So the sonoras sound of mantra is heard as a beautiful song from the dakinis mantra is heard sitting in for sonya among them is a dakini with a single eye and turquoise hair blown gently by the wind she sends a song of love and the song goes like this if there is no joy of Maha Mudra in the form if there is no joy Maha Mudra in the speach if there is no joy of Maha Mudra in the mind How would you understand That we dakinis are the mother..sister..maid and wife and she shouts with such a penetrating voice join the A in the Vom circle then i knew i must surrender to the
dance and join the circle of dakinis Like the confluence of two rivers A the feminin and Vom the male meeting in the circle of the dance unexpectedly as I opened myself to love I was accepted So there is no questioning..no hesitation I am completely immersed in the all powerful the joyus dakini mantra and here i found unwavering conviction that love is universal five chakras of ones body filled with love Love without question..Love without posessions this is loving this loving Is the pattern of Maha Mudra universal love so I danced with the eighty cities in two
thousand aspects of dakinis and i will dance bearing the burden of the cross no one has forsaken me it is such a Joyus love dance my partner and I united so the clear peaceful mountain air gently blows the clouds with a beautiful silk scarf wrapped around her The Himalayas with their high snow peaks are dancing joining my rhythm in the dance Joining the stillness..the most dignified movement of them all panels

9 thoughts on “Chogyam Trungpa Perfect Love Poem

  1. i miss him and I never have met him.. beautiful poem and I am not really into poetry.

  2. @dzogchenananda where do you practice and is it your voice telling the poem?

  3. @dzogchenananda very interesting. we live in Hood river and I will be going to a buddhist retreat in Breitenbush in October.

  4. I hope in time, this video will be closed captioned for the hearing impaired. Thank you.

  5. beautiful reading. i was really taken with the image that begins at 2:58, but haven't been able to find it on google. would appreciate a link if that's possible. 🙂

  6. The Perfect Love Poem

    By

     Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche

     –

    December 12, 2017

    Reading by Carolyn Rose Gimian

    There is a beautiful snow peaked mountain
    With peaceful clouds wrapped round her shoulders.
    The surrounding air is filled with love and peace.
    What is going to be is what is,
    That is love.

    There is no fear of leaping into the immeasurable space of love.
    Fall in love
    Or, are you in love
    Such questions cannot be answered,
    Because in this peace of an all-pervading presence,
    No one is in and no one is falling in.
    No one is possessed by another.
    I see a beautiful playground
    Which some may call heaven,
    Others may regard it as a trap of hell.
    But, I, Chögyam, don’t care.
    In the playground beautiful Dakinis are holding hand drums, flutes and bells.
    Some of them, who are dancing, hold naked flames, water, a nightingale,
    Or the whole globe of earth with the galaxies around it.
    These Dakinis may perform their dance of death or birth or sickness,
    I am still completely intoxicated, in love.
    And with this love, I watch them circle.
    This performance is all pervading and universal,
    So the sonorous sound of mantra is heard
    As a beautiful song from the Dakinis.
    Among them, there is one dakini with a single eye,
    And turquoise hair blown gently by the wind.
    She sends a song of love and the song goes like this:

    HUM HUM HUM
    If there is no joy of Mahamudra in the form,
    If there is no joy of Mahamudra in the speech,
    If there is no joy of Mahamudra in the mind,
    How would you understand
    That we Dakinis are the mother, sister, maid and wife.

    And she shouts with such penetrating voice, saying

    Come, come, come
    HUM HUM HUM
    Join the EH and VAM circle.

    Then I knew I must surrender to the dance
    And join the circle of Dakinis.
    Like the confluence of two rivers,
    EH the feminine and VAM the male,
    Meeting in the circle of the Dance.

    Unexpectedly, as I opened myself to love, I was accepted.
    So there is no questioning, no hesitation,
    I am completely immersed in the all-powerful, the joyous Dakini mandala.
    And here I found unwavering conviction that love is universal.
    Five chakras of one’s body filled with love,
    Love without question, love without possessions.

    This loving is the pattern of Mahamudra, universal love.
    So I dance with the eighty Siddhas and two thousand aspects of Dakinis,
    And I will dance bearing the burden of the cross.
    No one has forsaken me.
    It is such a joyous love dance, my partner and I united.

    So the clear, peaceful mountain air
    Gently blows the clouds,
    A beautiful silk scarf wrapped round.
    The Himalayas with their high snow peaks are dancing,
    Joining my rhythm in the dance,
    Joining with the stillness, the most dignified movement of them all.

    -Chögyam Trungpa, 6 August 1969

    From Mudra by Chögyam Trungpa. © 1972 by Diana Judith Mukpo. Used here by arrangement with Diana J. Mukpo and Shambhala Publications, Inc.
    —–'

  7. I have no idea why but everysingle time I listen to this I cry with appreciation.

  8. Almost brought me to tears. I could see and feel rinpoche's heart as you read this. Thank you for uploading.

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