musings – A Thousand Mornings

In exile

Walking in the mist, you wonderIs this the stuff or dreams or nightmares?How many who lay herecarried the dream of a Free Tibet?Waking to a past, untouched bythe mystics of the dreamcatcherThe grief, walking side by sideOn winding roads of this land,still foreign after all these yearsWhere the Lhamo is reduced to caricaturesIn buildings erectedContinue reading “In exile”

All you want

A small house nestled among the greens, Peppered with red blushes atop, Yellowed leaves, biding goodbye A stream running across the porch Moss-covered rocks to sit and gaze, The many hues of blue over and above Fishes swimming under the feet A barren tree standing tall Chirping birds and animal sounds A wooden bench callingContinue reading “All you want”