Milarepa’s idea of “Enlightenment in one lifetime,”or bust…

Vajradhara’s cockpit like Shakespeare’s,

All the world’s our stage,

Our shrine room,

Every time we perform our version of the “Chariot that Carries Us Along,” as Tibetans have for generations since Marpa’s gangster dharma that made Milarepa wish he was dead,

Those masters that preceded us in the the art of Mahamudra, so freely transmitted to our privileged generation of Western college aged Punks that came of age during Ronald Reagan’s “Wonder Years” and have lived long enough to grow old in the “Nightmare on Pennsylvania Avenue” that is retirement in Donald Trump’s” America here in Beach Park,

Illinois, here on the western shoreline of Lake Michigan,

We offer the universe in this mandala to Alan Ginsburg’s precious Guru,

Three miles from the exact spot that the 16th Karmapa passed into Parinirvana 39 years ago.

Not bad for a new hire at Prudential Insurance Company, a degree in Sociology, and hardcore desire to never again have to be born, ready to put ngondro into practice, Milarepa’s “Enlightenment in one lifetime,”or bust.