Monday, December 21, 2009

I Cannot Shut Down My Mind Tonight

This photo from Ache Woesers blog

I cannot shut down my mind tonight.

Tonight I sleep with open eyes
like the owl; my thoughts encircle the blue ocean.
Loneliness captures me in the cage of night
driving my mind into a cold pillow.

As winter sheds its green leaf
upon the gray ground
the shape-heart of the leaf
crumbles in the month of this sharp wind.

I listen to the rhythm of homesick sounds,
as if the voices of night hawk are bittersweet.
Much sorrow yet much love.

The song of elegy snatches through me.
My heart dwells in the snows of sorrow.
I cannot shut down my mind tonight!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

One Tibetan Poem

Rainfalls of love

Water drops fall from the skies,
drenching my eyes, blurring my vision.
I cannot see clearly what is yet to be.

They seem to have a mind of their own,
washing, cleansing, clearing away old residue.
Perhaps they have a way to listen
to what is in my heart is feeling.

I want to laugh with happy tears.
When the rain touches the green earth,
with the color of its rebirth,
I begin to see its blessed love.

I want to laugh with happy tears.
I know the rain is blessing me too.
The purity of blue, within the light of the sky,
leaves such love; a love which is true.

Regeneration f lowers from this land,
A land once parched with desolation.
In its way it smiles up at me
I understand and experience this joy.

The wisdom the rains have taught,
reflect the love that lives deep within my heart.
Sad tears have been cast far, far away
and the happiness of today
has been transformed.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

March Reflections

A dark fog
wrapped itself around Lhasa
as if it had been created
by a phantom shade
moving silently
it became a snake
our highest

signaled evening
the wild wind
Woo . . . woo . . . woo . . .

nights became restless
tragedy was everywhere
my people were suffering
tears were falling
down . . . down . . . down . . .
into the center

winds cried through the night . . .
Woo . . . woo . . . woo . . .
weeping . . . weeping . . . weeping . . .
my life, my love, my poetry . . .
smothered in tears
my soul bleeds
into the desert
of painful

Monday, October 19, 2009

Quest For Peace

An honorable man, a man of faith
not of flirtatious nature
thru the once gloomy night
I hear the Night Hawk sing

Breathing under the sky of desire
there is no love or caring
but instead, a fire of lust

I am but a simple man
guided by wings of Karma
love is my hearts passion

Trust and betrayal
poisons the heart
balance and harmony
waver within

through the desolate river flows
my angel of Lamtso Lake
exudes warmth even in winter

Let me become Night hawk
that I may fly into her world
to experience her peace

Tibet! After The Bloody March

Friday, October 9, 2009

Immortal moments

Life's shimmering candle light glows
but like the roaring sea or merciless wind
silent and ferocious, death comes at moment's notice
and the shimmering candle light no longer shines

Immortal eyes now behold the world
eyes with new vision see death as rebirth
memories encapsulated in a star
ever shining in mortal shadow

Though the last breath escapes
the music of life carries on in death
reverberating in the philosophic soul of the mind
creating an immortal day

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


If death is natures answer to all things
then why don't I recognize it?

Life spins away with time
moving through an invisible shadow.

My skin has shrunk inside my body.
Memories of my father's memorial grave
have buried my heart.

When I think about the meaning behind human desire
I consider those who place importance on wealth.
To me it seems as though it is likened to a fog
which is capable of encasing the human mind.

I shall not go about in haste.
I will cherish that what is in all beings.
Clear light shines when I am selfless.
My heart is free.

I am going home again.

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Tormented Nights

Fires of night burn shedding warmth
Yet my sleepless nights cause me unrest

I am in the midst of an on going nightmare

Dust, bloodshed and ink void of purpose
upon these wrinkled-blank pages,
fill my heart with tones of discord

History is forming its reality about me

although I seem to have no control of self!

I may choose to see otherwise?

I have no more words left to express
for my feelings are now darkened
this horrific nightmare engulfs me,

Coldness within, lights no fire
even though these mountains
bring forth shivering and pain

Anointed by fire,
ablaze in burning misery
My ashes are sown upon this mountain
a graveyard I leave as my legacy

walking toward home

yearning for home, dreaming Potala!

Dolma: A SnowFlower

Don't leave me, hold me

Yes, I feel you,

aren't you cold?

I feel the Lord,

I cannot see him

There is no need to see

as the Lord of death gives me a life;

a life of warmth

This unrelenting land is wrapped in a thick blanket of snow

It captures my voice and dims

in the blasts of the wind

Oh, transitory road sealed by snow, my breath comes in short supply

Hunger has brought me to the realm of the beggar

Thirst lives upon my lips.

Jack Frost watches my suffering body, as numbness

What a hell of a land this is! I am experiencing the deepest Hell of Hells

Even the soul of the mountain is too frightened to appear.

There is no way you can say to me,

that I can not differ between earth and sky

It isn't the end of my hope. I still can think

I must escape into India!

It can´t be end of my life; not yet!

Don't leave me, I'm afraid

Can you hold my hand?

Holding onto this world is difficult

I've left my family far behind

Like an old pilgrim, I walk patiently toward Mt. Gangri Poche

I can't help remembering my arrest and the before rape by the Chinese military

When my first blooming flower faded under that nightmare

Still my desire to cross those Himalayan mountains is strong

I must be free, like a bird on wing, I fly onward

toward the free world

knowing the willingness to die

Shows the deepest of loves

I cry my deities

Without this love there is no life

I must hang onto my memories

Snow-flower I think of you often, come quickly

My thoughts quiver, yet your immortal spirit

Has not been vanquished

Still, this nightmare looms overhead

I shiver in these night shadows,

The intensity of this white, cold-snow engulfs me

My mind flies like the birds on wing into your heart

Giving me glimpses of sight

I've not lost my desire to make a home for you

I can breath at last as I search my thoughts

There is life in your heart

Guiding my spirit into

The world

Of the living

Your roots give forth trees, your skies have a soul

Growth pulsates in the vibration of energy's life

Neither day nor night offers light for me in this torment

I sink down and pray, save my life, save me

Don't close my memory

I want to tell you that neither fame nor a name

Come silently or go silently

Snow-flower you neither get born nor die

We come quickly and go quickly

Oh Snow-flower you are an immortal spirit

Silent, silent earth, under the snow

Trees with snowy branches

And mountains blanketed by white skies

Cold, my soul sinks down, It's impossible to see

I shut my eyes

Snow-flower, I see you appear upon the snows

I will hold onto you, to your voice

Stay close I am ready

To travel on

With you

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Ache Woeser La

A burning eye
of this black land, my sister,
the sun,
shines through her blue home,
The true heart for Tibet.

She is in her room, not allow to go,
and her tears like blue rains
over the white mountain

when she emerges, my sister,
the Wind carries her pure word
to give us the white flower
and eyes of invisible Tibet.

Oh! Snow flower, my sister,
opening in the March snow,
even if the red hailstorm falls,
she always blooms in my heart.

They Draw The Iron-Curtains After...

For Dolmakyab

They draw the iron -curtains after,
take my brother!

A prohibited life not allows
glinting into the night.
A murky time, a horrible time,
that makes no eye for world. And his heart
snatched and starved and stroked
by whips of rule.

They draw the iron-curtains after,
Take my brother.

On the restless Himalaya he could write,
and he was writing
A true word, a simple book,
that did more voices
for a
voiceless world.

They draw the iron-curtains after,
Take my brother;

he will be killed ...
As the eyes of world
always too
blind to see through...

Tumbling into hell-
oh, my brother!
Tonight shall I roar within you!

Mr. Dolma Kyab, a young Tibetan writer, sentenced ten-years imprisonment for writing a manuscript, [The restless Himalayas][Sao Dong de Ximalayashan,] by Lhasa People's Intermediate Court on Sept 16th, 2005. He is serving his ten-years imprison life in Chushul Prison, Tibetan Autonomous Region

Snowlion Roars

Snow lion roars with valiance

Beneath Himalayan

I seek the wisdom of voice

I honor your fearless spirit

I’ve wandered upon dark shores

Your light has shown me the way

I stare in admiration

feeling your strength flow thru me

Snow lion roars with compassion

in this dark house of exile

I do not feel alone with your voice

echoing thru this land of snow

Songs of sweetness envelope me

as I stand upon the heart of the earth

her warmth brings sun-light to my spirit

carrying me toward the eye of wisdom

Snow lion roars like thunder

protecting the circle of life

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Friday, September 4, 2009

Machen Pomra


The snow falls lightly
Give me courage
To lift my life
My world

Butter lamps shine brightly
You give me courage
To light the darkness
In my heart

Crystal mountains
Show me the way
Help me to find the light
In this, the journey of my life

Cry vociferously snowlion
Show me the way
Lift my head against the devil
Give me the voice I need for my people
Who walk, on this earth, silently

Oh, my friend
When I have needed you
You have come quickly
You gift your light into my thoughts
So they can shine
Into this worldly

An Orphan Child`s Wish

The warm home out of his vision

Never know the kindness and love

The war orphaned him in this world

Like a grass he grows on the desert

And his wild hairs whisk under the dark sky

As his life lies among the ashen-snow

So begin to blow his horn alone

And voices rise from his lowest heart

Like dying fire he burns orphan life in his bone

When the world full of civil war

Corruption, disaster and disease, he wishes

A family at warm home in the earth

Ghost Wind

A shadow devoid of body and mind
walks a darkened footpath
searching for the meaning of life
driven by a sinful mind

An empty skull
brain turned into nothingness
rolls upon the ground
mourning it`s viewless self

Standing on the road
listening to the wind
of the heart begins the search light
when found will cleanse the shadows away
freeing them from the illusive mind

The ghost wind has touched my soul
up and down and in and out
it has traveled through me
this I know as my truth
and in overcoming this challenge
the doorway to the heartbeat of life opens

Tear Flows

Lonely poet walks upon unknown road
A bed of thorns for steps of growth
Many have traveled before me, alone
Nightingale hears me from a distance
Willow tree whispers a solitary song
In the light breeze,
as it beckons me forth

From open heart of pain
With mind of their own
My tears freely flow

Chaos of home remains unsolved
Butter tea is frozen before I awake
Many seekers have tasted its bitterness
A taste of the chaos of desert’s home
Though I, nor none, fear death
for dream’s reality of new existence
Upon desert sands of forgotten souls

From open heart of pain
With mind of their own
My tears freely flow