The train arrives, a mammoth of shadow, / A dark and slow-moving train;
I dream the / way my / people do always
a man / devoid of limps / lying on the ground
Poem by Tsoltim N Shakabpa: I cry, in sorrow, / For those who / Would give up the light
Poem by Tsoltim N Shakabpa: Lest no man knows better / Know ye all / That Tibet is a country
They were in full foliage / The dandelions of Tibet, / When the hail stormed
Lhasa is no longer the land of happiness and purity, the land of prosperity and sanctity. Who knows who its future will depend on? Where, exactly, is the hope of its future?
Independence is not only our natural and legal right — it is the express wish of the Tibetan people at large.
Last night in a dream I passed / Through a frightening world. / Today my being is lost.
We cannot and we will not regain our lost freedom simply by talking about it or even by praying, hoping and waiting for it. We must rise up and fight for freedom.
When a girl of fifteen is not sent to school but is given over to the milk cows; / When a charming, slender girl does not marry but is used by a swindler;
I sing for all things dead and alive / For all things moving and still / For all moms who cry for their far away sons,
An American buddy of mine, / Journeyed to the Land of Snow. / He drank a mouthful of melted snow
Tenzing and Ritu travel to Kumbum, Takster, Lhasa, and Sangta in Tibet.
Dear Dondrup Gyal / Do you hear me? / There are these who say / You are a hero of our nation.
A snow mountain should be white. / It doesn’t make sense to drops of red blood.
From Ladakh / Tibet is just a gaze away.
Loose… gone down Crack… pulled out Madness… forced upon me I am a jelly fish But I couldn’t slip through them I am the precious one But I have no strength to stand Nor will to go forward I am a dead fish No motion any where I am an anti-anti My worth worthless I …
The Karmapa’s escape reminded us forcefully that the cause we are fighting for is alive and just and as desperate as ever.
On the Friendship road / We travel writing a note / Dylan, me and Robin Hood,