If you cross the giant Himalayas / You’ll find my country Tibet
Poem by Tenzin Gelek: A place, I know as heaven’s clone / Now just a deserted soul all alone.
Silence of emptiness pierced through the air, / And forlorn feathers fluttered in the captive sky.
Sands of time slipping from my grasp, / Pages of my life, melodies of my unsung past.
Under the lazy sun, I basked / Reminiscing the past of joy and peace.
The dawn is here now / I foresee, a happy free Tibet / And our day will soon be here.
Sometimes I see, I hear, I know / My country men laying their lives
As the purple sky kisses the horizon once again / Life retires in the warmth of the chimney fire,
Review by Dechen Pemba of the film ‘Dreaming Lhasa’: For so many Tibetans born in exile, Tibet is significant as an absence, an omnipresent looming large all-encompassing void.
We would have to consider Khyentse Norbu’s Phorpa (The Cup) to be the first proper full-length Tibetan feature film, the work of eminent lama Dzongsar Jamyang Khyentse Rimpoche.