she whom i follow in my dreams
In my dreams, / we kissed atop a mountain
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The little one / walks through the cable, / black and stretched,
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Rubbing against stones and the cracks, / I stumbled inside a black hole, / The darkness aside,
Dremo
Pass not through the crooked path, / for it has the fangs awaiting you, / The blood shall suffice
Your Death
I saw your death yesterday in your fingers. / It was death like people had in the old days.
Tibetan Nights
The only thing that breathes is the sound of engine / Relentless in its climb against the steep rugged pass
Nomad III Revisited
He slowly gathers up his shaggy herd / To prepares them for the lowlands,
If I Die
If I die my dear ones / Don’t cry for me / For I never cried for anyone
I wish to be Buddha
You are nothing but everything / So simple yet so complicated
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I am just a soul in a fixed / Crying for the right direction / My mind is so mixed
The Vigil
Poem by Tsoltim N Shakabpa: With the setting sun / In the twilight of my days / My work completed
China’s Theft of Tibetan Ballots Threatens Democracy Everywhere
Last Sunday on October 3rd, thousands of Tibetans went to the polls to vote for the Prime Minister and MPs of the Tibetan Government-in-Exile.
Year of the Tiger
The Cat put us through hell, / Killed my kin, dreaded my mind.
Yuthok Lane
This is how it will be. / We will take a walk on concrete, not blue tiles.
Forget Him Not
Forget him not / A little creature / Caged within his prison
The Breath of Love
I draw the highway to heaven / beneath the shade of hell
I Hold My Candle
Silent foreboding behind prison’s door / shadows of the willow scatter across your pillow
Destination
With Mama’s loving care / Daddy’s warm smile / With home’s soothing air
Visions in Snippets
Life delights and death mourns / But life goes on
Words of Farewell
Not even a petty word of farewell / One in the crowd, standing motionless