FIRST THOUGHT BEST THOUGHT 108 POEMS

1、FIRST THOUGHT BEST THOUGHT, 108 POEMSby Chogyam Trungpa 1983 by Chogyam Trungpa :/ american-buddha /1st.thought.htmTable of Contents:1. The Spontaneous Song of Entering Into the Blessings and Profound Samaya of the Only Father Guru2. Stray Dog3. The Song of the Wanderer4. Listen, Listen5. Whistling

2、Grasses of the Esk Valley6. Song7. In the North of the Sky8. Goodbye And Welcome9. Meteoric Iron Mountain10. The Zen Teacher11. American Good Intentions12. First Thought13. Samsara and Nirvana14. Gain and Loss15. Cynical Letter16. Dignified Rocky Mountain17. Philosopher Fool18. Does Love Kill Anybod

3、y?19. A Letter to Marpa20. Aphorisms21. The Nameless Child22. The Myth of Freedom23. Haiku24. The Red Flag Flies25. The Sword of Hatred26. Silk Road27. Tibetan Pilgrim28. Trans World Air29. A Flower is Always Happy30. True Tantra Groupie31. Glorious Bhagavad-Ghetto32. Tale of the Tiger33. Naropa Ins

4、titute, 197434. Pema Yumtso35. To Britains Health36. Supplication to the Emperor37. Literal Mathematics38. One Way39. Shasta Road40. Palm Is41. Burdensome42. Tsondru Namkhai43. Pema Semma44. Dying Laughing45. Kunga Garma46. 1111 Pearl Street: Victory Chatter47. Wait and Think48. Missing the Point49.

5、 RMDC, Route 1, Livermore50. To Gesar of Ling51. Loves Fool52. Report From Loveland53. 1018 Spruce Street (And K.A.)54. 1135 Tenth Street (And G.M.)55. 1111 Pearl Street (And D.S.)56. 78 Fifth Avenue57. The Alden (And Thomas Frederick)58. Commentary on The Alden (And Thomas Frederick)59. Aurora 7 (#

6、2)60. 1111 Pearl Street: Off Beat61. Aurora 7 (And Nyingje Sheltri)62. Pan-American Dharmadhatu III63. Tibetan Lyrics64. Asleep and Awake65. Great Eastern Daugherlet66. Whycocomagh?67. Lions Roar68. Timely Rain69. Pan-Dharma Dollar70. Meetings With Remarkable People71. International Affairs: The Cos

7、mic Joke of 197772. One Sound73. Dixville Notch: Purrington House (And C.F.)74. Afterthought75. Dont Confuse This For Trick-Or-Treat76. Eternal Guest77. Swallowing the Sun and Moon Without Leaving the World in Darkness: Good Lady of Wisdom78. Saddharma Punsters79. I Miss You So Much80. The Doha of C

8、onfidence: Sad Song of the Four Remembrances81. Bon Voyage82. Memorial in Verse83. To My Son84. For Anne Waldman85. Putting Up With the Trans-Canada86. Buddhism in the Canadian Rockies87. Praise to the Lady of the Big Heart88. Not Deceiving the Earth (And M.S.N.)89. Drunken Elephant90. Limp and Talk

9、91. How to Know No92. International Affairs of 1979: Uneventful But Energy-Consuming93. To the Noble Sangha94. Fishing Wisely95. Miscellaneous Doha96. Expose: Acknowledging Accusations in the Name of Devotion97. Mixed Grill Dharma Served With Burgundy of Ground Mahamudra 1980 Vintage: The Elegant Fe

10、ast of Timeless Accuracy98. Growing Pains are Over99. Coming of Age of My Son100. You Might Be Tired of the Seat That You Deserve101. When I Ride a Horse102. Timely Innuendo103. A Heart Lost and Discovered104. Command105. Golden Sun106. As Sky Larks Hunt For Their Prey107. Seasons Greetings108. The

11、Meek: Powerfully Nonchalant and Dangerously Self-SatisfyingTHE SPONTANEOUS SONG OF ENTERING INTO THE BLESSINGS AND PROFOUND SAMAYA OF THE ONLY FATHER GURUShri Heruka, the unchanging vajra mind,The primordial buddha, all-pervading, the protector of all,Padma Trime, you are the lord, the embodiment of

12、 all the victoriousones.You are always reflected in the clear mirror of my mind.In the space of innate ground mahamudra,The dance of the self-luminous vajra queen takes place,And passion and aggression, the movements of the mind, becomethe wheel of wisdom;What joy it is to see the great ultimate man

13、dala!The confidence of the unflinching youthful warrior flourishes,Cutting the aortas of the degraded three lords of materialismAnd dancing the sword dance of penetrating insight;This is the blessing of my only father guru.Inviting the rays of the waxing moon, Vajra Avalokiteshvara,The tide of the o

14、cean of compassion swells,Your only son, Chokyi Gyatso, blossoms as a white lotus;This is due to the limitless buddha activity of my guru.In the vast space of mahashunyata, devoid of all expression,The wings of simplicity and luminosity spreadAs the snake-knot of conceptual mind uncoils in space;Onl

15、y father guru, I can never repay your kindness.Alone, following the example of the youthful son of the victoriousones,Riding the chariot of the limitless six paramitas,Inviting infinite sentient beings as passengers,Raising the banner of the magnificent bodhisattvas,I continue as your heir, my only

16、father guru.Like a mountain, without the complexities of movement,I meditate in the nature of the seven vajras,Subjugating Rudra with the hundred rays of deva, mantra, andmudra,Beating the victory drum of the great secret vajrayana,I fulfill the wishes of my only father, the authentic guru.In the sk

17、y of dharmadhatu, which exhausts the conventions of the nineyanas,Gathering rainclouds thick with the blessing of the ultimate lineage,Roaring the thunder of relentless crazy wisdom,Bringing down the rain that cools the hot anguish of the dark age,As I transform existence into a heavenly wheel of dh

18、arma,Please, my only father, authentic guru, come as my guest.STRAY DOGChogyam is merely a stray dog.He wanders around the world,Ocean or snow-peak mountain pass.Chogyam will tread along as a stray dogWithout even thinking of his next meal.He will seek friendship with birds and jackalsAnd any wild a

19、nimals.THE SONG OF THE WANDERERThe mood of sadness is inexhaustible;Trying to end it would beLike trying to reach the limits of space.The feeling of longing is sharp and quickLike an arrow shot by a skillful archer.Across the sea in an Asian islandThere are wild flowers of every kind.These flowers a

20、re inseparable from the yogis experience.This is too realistic to be only a dream,But if it is really happeningI must say it is rather amusing.In the land of BhutanWhere the mountains are clothed in mistYoung Chogyam is wandering like a stray dog.In the hermitage of the Blue Rock CastleA pregnant ti

21、gress is suckling her young.There we found the nectar of the new age.LISTEN, LISTENListen, listen to the sound of the minds own utterance,Within the womb of the beauty of Autumn,While the setting sun shows the red glory of her smile.Hearing the bamboo flute which no one plays,Listen to the reeds swa

22、ying in the breeze,And the silent ripples song.The disciples debate,But never reach the ripples end.The teachers word that lies beyond the mind -Listened to, it cannot be found,And found, it still cannot be heard.WHISTLING GRASSES OF THE ESK VALLEYWhistling grasses of the Esk Valley,So many incident

23、s occur.The image is the climate of this part of the country.There comes a hailstorm-Children, children, seek protection!A mighty thunderbolt strikes to the ground.It does not make any distinction between trustees and the spiritual leader.Violent winds shake the Scots pine tree,Copper beech and rhod

24、odendrons.I said to myself,You, most mighty of all, should have come three weeks earlier.Here is the big storm.Buckets of rain pour down.The Esk river turns reddish in color,Sweeps all the trees and branches away.A mighty force invades our valley-Fishes thrown up on the banks for the birds delight.C

25、hogyam watches all this,Wishing that I could be one of those fishes,That this ruthless political current would throw me away.Why wasnt I born an innocent fishThat could die in peace on the banks of the Esk?If karma exists the weather will adjust.I am not seeking revenge.I am seeking peaceAs one of t

26、hose fish peacefully dead on the bank,Its body a feast of its victory.But I cannot help thinking they will say grace before the meal,And will have a good cookTo make their evening feast enjoyable.31 October 1969ScotlandSONGA railway station,People busy, involved in their affairs.A park keeper,Enjoyi

27、ng cutting the flowers with his secateurs,Pruning the roses.This life is normal to some people.But to people like us it is not normal at all.So many things happen-They are all part of life.A battlefield,Innocent people being killed.I am sure we could change the course of the bullet-Wars are not foug

28、ht for hate,But for pursuing further development.I saw in my mind innocent Easter.Young as he was his whole head had been exploded.To whom could I tell such neglect and cruelty?Where does it come from?I say no more.This is a lonely song.I sing in a peaceful valleyWhere the glittering frost ignites w

29、ith the spark of sun.This beauty does not satisfy me.Come my friends, who has got heart?That we may danceAnd come into effect,Into the perpetual time.20 November 1969IN THE NORTH OF THE SKYIn the north of the sky there is a great and dark cloudJust about to release a hailstorm.Mind, children,Mind, y

30、oung puppies and kittens,That your heads are not injured.Yet these hailstorms are merely pellets of ice.There were hundreds of magiciansWho tried to prevent storm and hail.In the course of timeAll the ritual hats, altars and ritual garmentsHave been blown away by the force of the hailstorms.Here com

31、es Chogyam disguised as a hailstorm.No one can confront him.It is too proud to say Chogyam is invincible,But it is true to say he cannot be defeated.Chogyam is a tiger with whiskers and a confident smile.This is not a poem of prideNor of self-glorification:But he is what he is.He escaped from the ja

32、w of the lion.Clear away, says the commander,You are standing on no-mans land.We do not want to shoot innocent people.We cannot alter the path of the shell.Once the bomb is released it knows its duty:It has to descend.Chogyam knows the course of his action.He could be described as a skillful pilot;H

33、e can travel faster than sound,Faster than thoughts.He is like a sharp bamboo daggerThat can exterminate pterodactylsOr fast moving boa constrictors.I am not interested in playing games.But what is a game?It is a game when you shoot pheasants and deer.You might say this is the game of the politician

34、s,Rather like the game of mah-jonggOr that of chess.Devoid of these gamesI will sail straight throughLike a ship sailing through icebergs.No one can change Chogyams course,His great odyssey.The world waits,Squirrels in the forestAnd those of the moonListening in silenceAmidst gently moving cloudsThe

35、re is a force of silenceWith energyWhich can never be interrupted.With conviction and energyI send my love to you.I love you.23 November 1969GOODBYE AND WELCOMEGoodbyeWelcomeGlad to meet youHow do you do -All this I hearEchoing in the cave of social meeting,And the echo goes on and onUntil it dies i

36、n the mountain depths,Powerless to reflect.But O World, O Universe,My journey to the overseas continent needs no copyright,For it has never been conducted in the same manner.It is the fresh meeting of man,The true meeting of living man.It is the pilgrimage,The great odyssey which I have never feared

37、,Since I have not hesitated to flow with the rivers current.With blessings and wisdom I write this poem,As I am free once and for allIn the midst of friends who radiate true love.Love to you all.16 December 1969METEORIC IRON MOUNTAINMeteoric iron mountain piercing to the sky,With lightning and hails

38、torm clouds round about it.There is so much energy where I liveWhich feeds me.There is no romantic mystique,There is just a village boyOn a cold wet morningGoing to the farmFetching milk for the family.Foolishness and wisdomGrandeur and simplicityAre all the sameBecause they live on what they are.Th

39、ere is no application for exotic wisdom,Wisdom must communicateto the men of now.Dharma is the study of what isAnd fulfills the understanding of what is here right now.The ripple expands when you throw the pebble:It is true, a fact.That is the point of faith,Of full conviction,Which no one can defea

40、t or challenge.Please, readers,Read it slowlySo you can feelThat depth of calmness as you read.Love to you.I am the Bodhisattva who will not abandon you,In accordance with my vow.Compassion to all.17 December 1969THE ZEN TEACHERThe Zen teacher hates the horseBut the horse carries him;At the river bo

41、th depend on the boat.For crossing the mountainsIt is better to carry a stick.AMERICAN GOOD INTENTIONSSo violent in achieving nonviolenceA journey to the moon and the discovery of kundaliniSpiritual testimonials and presidential promisesLaw and order and militant monasticismColorful gurus on sale at

42、 the A & PBuddhologistsRosicruciansMasonsZen profundityBenevolent Protective Order of ElksElectricity by the megawattsPotential children discover potential parentsVirginia aristocratsNew York JewsMississippi is a meaningless nounIdaho with its potatoesCape Kennedy with its moonWashington, D.C. with

43、its clean-cutChicago with its notorious MafiosiTelegraph Avenue sells Himalayan art in BerkeleyCanadian internationalism a cheap copy of the U.S.sA franchised Ugandan dictatorBlackYellowCrimsonPurpleAll are primitive jokesWhite cons black into greyWar is an opportune time to create peaceNationwide r

44、espectability fails to include street-trained dogsOath of Allegiance violates a sense of humorYellow cabs roar through skyscraper canyonsUrban jackals patrol the streets crying red white and blueOfficials entertaining foreign dignitariesAre busy apologizing for the presence of radical demonstratorsW

45、ide as American inspirationProfound as American patriotismProtector of the free worldPraiseworthyQuestionableDignity is the objectGod save America, our karmic sweet home.May, 1972FIRST THOUGHTFirst thought is bestThen you composeCompositions what you compose-In terms of what?What iswhatAndwhatmight

46、not be the bestThat whatcould be bestThatwhat-waswas the only bestWhy didnt you?The first thought was the first whatThat what was the best whatWhat might not be is heartbrokenHeart is your only securityWhat shall we do?What shouldnt we do?What did you say?I forgot what I was just about to sayI was j

47、ust about getting interestedIn what you have to sayIm glad that you want to tell meWhat you want to sayWhat was it that you wanted to tell me?IsthatsoThat you want to tell me what hed like to tell meThat wouldnt be difficultBut she might hesitateIt is problematicIn my honesty to tell youWhat I would

48、 like to tell youWho do you think is kidding who?I have no kidsYou are the star of the worldI didnt take part in starvingMoon is good enoughSo is the earthAnd the waterI take refuge in the Buddha as an exampleI take refuge in the Dharma as the pathI take refuge in the Sangha as the companionshipI am

49、 that which I I I IAnd so forth.May 1972SAMSARA AND NIRVANAA crow is blackBecause the lotus is white.Ants run fastBecause the elephant is slow.Buddha was profound;Sentient beings are confused.22 May 1972GAIN AND LOSSHe who has not experienced deathIs like an inexperienced father.He who has not come

50、to life after deathIs like a man suddenly struck dumb.He who has never been wiseIs like a youth who has never been beautiful.The stupid man who becomes wiseIs like a beggar who becomes king.The dog who becomes masterIs like the victor in the revolution.The master who becomes a dogIs like a man who h

51、as awakened from a pleasant dream.Meeting an old friendIs like reading your own autobiography.Finding a new friendIs like composing music.Chogyam writing a poemIs like a king inspecting his soldiers.22 May 1972CYNICAL LETTERLicking honey from a razor blade,Eyes of the learned gouged out by books,The

52、 beauty of maidens worn by display,The warrior dead from not knowing fear-It is ironical to see the dharma of samsara:Celebrities deafened by fame,The hand of the artist crippled by rheumatism.The moth flew into the oil lamp,The blind man walks with a torch,The cripple runs in his wheelchair,A fools

53、 rhetoric is deep and learned,The laughing poetHas run out of breath and died.The religious spin circles, in accordance with religion;If they had not practiced their religion, they could not spin.The sinner cannot spin according to religion;He spins according to not knowing how to spin.The yogis spi

54、n by practicing yoga;If they dont have chakras to spin, they are not yogis.Chogyam is spinning, watching the spinning/samsara;If there is no samsara/spinning, there is no Chogyam.22 May 1972DIGNIFIED ROCKY MOUNTAINThere is a big rocky mountain, like a dagger hoisted toward the sky, on which pine tre

55、es and long grasses grow. It is like a naked demon, standing erect wearing a bearskin. At the foot of this motionless rocky mountain flows a river, dark blue in color. Around the mountain the breeze blows, peaceful and gently cooling. The sun is waiting to set. In the distant meadow, on the other side of the marsh, on the grassy hill, almost out of sight, the shepherds are gathering their flocks of sheep into the fold. The mood is relaxed but uncertain. There is an air of desire for friendly conversation. Should one rest ones mind by gazing at the rocky mou