(poem for Tibet)
A land in the sky was plundered
and a simple monk
torn from it’s soil
A handful of seeds
was dispersed all over earth
The teacher we could not reach
stands among us now
He says no one can liberate us
from a prison of our own making
Only we can free ourselves
Bones, cartilage and flesh
are vultures food
But the jewel
hidden in the heart
no one can destroy
Om Mani Padme Hum
The thief left it behind: the moon at my window - Ryokan
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Sky Burial
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8 comments:
Its a nice poem for Tibet!
There are some really meaningful lines
Tibet runs so deep in me it felt hard to write about. The Tibetans are suffering and we have all received treasure from Tibet as though their tears have turned to jewels which fell our way. I feel the tears while I see the jewels shine
....and we are blessed that it is their nature that all should continue to receive their blessings even in their suffering.
Thank you, Anna....
love and blessings
we are blessed indeed. Thank you
love to you and Kathy, CG
Wow, lovely work and blog, truly enjoying your journey
thank you for resonating
love
"only we can free ourselves" - thank you for these beautiful words that moved my heart and filled me with a great gratitude that i can liberate myself, slowly step by step and sometimes with a great jump forward. always trying, always moving forward, always learning to love more.
our integrity seems be good fuel for the journey - and wisdom empowers
love
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