(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
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