Your Death

I saw your death yesterday in your fingers. / It was death like people had in the old days.

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Once I had a Home

Once I had a home / A paradise called Sun City Lhasa / Once I knew a peaceful moon and blue sky

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If I Die

If I die my dear ones / Don’t cry for me / For I never cried for anyone

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I am just a soul in a fixed / Crying for the right direction / My mind is so mixed

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when they call me / by a quarter / of the name i was given / by my lama,

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teach me how to be / gesar’s daughter: / fierce / warrior-like / firm in the war for truth

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mother, i have / inherited / your hands. / each wrinkle speaks

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the chang tastes just like the one / your grandma makes every winter before she leaves / for dorje-den and varanasi,

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Why do you do that? / disfigured polka dots / on the back of my dress / ironed just yesterday

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All that has been embedded / in the deep ruins / of an abandoned root / is now watered with the vows,

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Old Echoes

Smell of freshly churned butter tea / Coming from our 4 ft. square kitchen, / In our small home back in Bir / Where our long sighs tell our grief

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A Barred Blessing

In the cold snowy mountains / In Tibet / Her nomad parents — / named her Tenzin / A privilege worth risking it all.

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