mahamudra poem

you must examine the nature of mind.
it is like a white lily growing alone in the jungle.
it has one drop of water resting on a leaf.
its inherent nature is perfection.
smell its fragrance.
touch its petals.
its roots grow deep in the ground,
but its expression is reaching toward the sun.
it is filled with beauty.
it is filled with desire.
it is filled with sadness.
it is utterly content within all of its longing.

Chogyam Trungpa