The Loneliness Of The Dalai Lama Poem by Alexander Duncan
The Loneliness Of The Dalai Lama
My birth, taken.
Surprised by the light,
The caravan carries me away
Into the night.
I cannot see
Where it might end,
But I remember
Where it began.
The flowers of my flesh
Cover the countryside.
Buried deep,
Their roots abide.
This candle flame,
Alone in name,
It is my shame
To carry.
I dare not tarry.
I shall not stagger
Beneath two destinies.
For I am free.
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5/7/2024 1:07:27 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Like the very noble motives that inspired this.