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 ~~
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