Again and again, I remember this poem from Chogyam Trungpa Rinpoche’s “Timely Rain”:
In the jungles of flaming ego,
May there be cool iceburg of bodhicitta.
On the racetrack of bureaucracy,
May there be the walk of the elephant.
May the sumptuous castle of arrogance
Be destroyed by vajra confidence.
In the garden of gentle sanity,
May you be bombarded by coconuts of wakefulness.
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