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Reincarnation

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.

Life

Holy Stone Speaks To Me

Freedom

Tormented Nights

Fires of night burn shedding warmth
Yet my sleepless nights cause me unrest
I am in the midst of an on going nightmareDust, bloodshed and ink void of purpose
upon these wrinkled-blankpages,
fill my heart with tones of discordHistory is forming its reality about mealthough 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 painAnointed 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 …

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!


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Note:
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 herwarmth brings sun-light to my spirit carrying me toward the eye of wisdom
Snow lion roars like thunder protecting the circle of life in the act of living & dying bring forth Truth justice & Freedom

Machen Pomra

Lha-gya-Lo!



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
Threshold

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