I converse with myself

[omtaretutta]

Looking into the world,

I see a lonely chrysanthemum.
Lonely loneliness,
and death approaches.
Abandoned by guru and friend,
I stand like the lonely juniper
Which grows among rocks,
Hardened and tough.
Loneliness is my habit -
I grew up with loneliness.
Like a rhinoceros
Loneliness is my companion -
I converse with myself.

Chogyam Trungpa ~
~Excerpt from a poem by Chogyam Trungpa, dated 25 November 1969, published in "Mudra: Early Poems & Songs."