When my bamboo flute’s / Sound was deep
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.
There are too big for me / They always come in motion / To pinpoint is too hard for me
Poem by Tsamchoe Dolma: The mist was gone somewhere in the depth of the valley / The shower left a sweet scent
Poem by Tsamchoe Dolma: I met the snail queen yesterday. / She had a new crown on.
A city there is which lone does stand / In ruins mid bamboo trees
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.