Bamboo Flute
When my bamboo flute’s / Sound was deep
Dreaming by the Blue Lake
All I can retrieve is a feeling of unreality and a sense of emptiness, buoyed by deeper unresolved emotions that once again question who I really am and what I hope to discover by coming here.
Reality and Illusion
There are too big for me / They always come in motion / To pinpoint is too hard for me
The Mother Cuckoo
Poem by Tsamchoe Dolma: The mist was gone somewhere in the depth of the valley / The shower left a sweet scent
Love Story of the Snail Queen
Poem by Tsamchoe Dolma: I met the snail queen yesterday. / She had a new crown on.
Oh Where?
A city there is which lone does stand / In ruins mid bamboo trees
After the Dalai Lama
With so much energy and spirit, perhaps the Dalai Lama can begin to accomplish in life what many fear can happen only after his death.