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Looking into the world

I see alone a chrysanthemum,


Lonely, loneliness,
And death approaches.
Abandoned by guru and friend,
I stand like a lonely juniper
Which grows among the rocks,
Hardened and tough.
Loneliness is my habit  
I grew up in loneliness
Like a rhinoceros.
Loneliness is my companion  
I converse with myself.
Yet sometimes also,
Lonely moon,
Sad and happy come together.
  
Do not trust.
If you trust you are in others hands.
It is like the single yak [don't trust the other yaks]
That defeats the wolves.
Herds panic and in trying to flee
Are attacked.
Remaining in solitude
You can never be defeated.
So do not trust,
For trust is surrendering oneself [to delusion].
Never, never trust.
  
But be friendly.
By being friendly towards others
You increase your non-trusting.
The idea is to be independent,
Not involved,
Not glued, one might say, to others.
Thus one becomes ever more
Compassionate and friendly.
Whatever happens, stand on your own feet
And memorize this incantation:
Do not trust.

Poem by Chogyam Trungpa

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