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
relentless
encircling
our highest
mountain

sunset
signaled evening
the wild wind
cried
Woo . . . woo . . . woo . . .
life
was
twirling

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

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
reflection.

Solo-Exhibition "YAK'S VISION" In Poly Gallery Karlsruhe Germany

Yak's Vision  As a Friend asked me ,why you draw Spanish Bull? I said, no I dont draw Spanish Bull. but I draw Tibetan Yak. The Eng...