Biography of Kathup Tsering
He and Poet
He is broken heart, and live with pride
Of poet, in his broken language
And if the will so true, to make grade
Of achieve that will for age.
Kathup Tsering's Works:
The Yak Blessing
Kathup Tsering Poems
Yearning heart lost
In the storm I admire the spirit of prayer flag! In the snow I enjoy the beauty of snow flower! The suffering makes me realize the happiness!
Fluttering dancing flying
Tsampa's sweet aroma Awakens nourishment's longing Its taste brings renewal
I sit silently and gaze out the window of this slow-moving train I catch my breath, as my eyes land upon the angry, Indian Ocean Memories bring storms rushing towns, wicked winds stealing homes
In This Life I Saw
a man devoid of limps lying on the ground a headless horse
Life & Rock
A vivid grass Growing on the rock!
You radiate Into my mind Your spirit Divine
As I roam with the moon overhead I come to my black tent standing in the tent camp I enter and restlessly try to sleep the moons light keeps me company
To a curly hair girl Last night, I dreamt in the dream
The Yak Blessing
Standing alone by the fence I looked over at my tent so Isolated it was in the snow I was feeling dehumanized by this winters night
Fly to me as the glow of dusk settles in Cries from the sky are heard Flowers sleep as evening smiles
A warm tweed jacket, made in Tibet A treasure made by my fathers skinny hands A man of love, courage, and brave heart.
With memories fresh in my thoughts I think about my Mountain home the corners of my mouth begin to quiver my smile
At home, the evil-doer
announced its presence
and tossed my heart about
The stiff soul of the snow-capped mountain loomed