Way of the Clouds

The wish of my Amala [*] Was for me to become
A Buddhist monk
Dedicating my life to follow
The footsteps of the Buddha
But her wish was disappointed.

The wish of my father
Was for me to succeed as
A man of high degree
Earning my life working
For the government of Tibet
Yet … his wish too was unfulfilled.

Now, neither a monk
Nor a man of high degree
I have no specific wish to pursue
Nor am I living up to have a wish
Generally, I follow the way of the clouds
I eat when I am hungry
And drink when I am thirsty.

I am What I am


  • [*] Amala – Tibetan for mother


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