Never straining your mind
And never relaxing your mind
Mind becomes decent.
As we shoot an arrow or play music
The string is reasonable.
As musicians and archers, we are always heartbroken—
How can we actually sow and propagate dharma in the world?
Thanks to you, father guru,
We can perform according to your vision.
With no lute, no arrow,
Still we shoot and play.
Unpublished poem, composed March 1980, Chateau Lake Louise, Alberta, Canada. Additional poems by Chögyam Trungpa are available in Timely Rain.