With thanks for the tip to Tatiana Papas. This poem, beautifully calligraphed, used to hang in an old dark red drafty barn at Karme Choling in Vermonth, where I lived and worked and practiced and lumberjacked for four years while attending a Dead Poet’s Societyish high school. ~ed.   When I ride a horse I … Continue reading Chogyam Trungpa: a poem, on playing with Dangerous Maidens.