From the samsaric ocean,
With the net of your good posture,
The fish of your subconscious gossip
Are exposed to the fresh air.
No praise, no blame.
The fish of your subconscious mind
Look for samsaric air,
But they die in coemergent wisdom.
From "Fishing Wisely," in Timely Rain: Selected Poetry of Chögyam Trungpa, page 37.