Tenzin Tsewang Poems

Maybe many times I misunderstood you,
But you didn't say anything either.
Maybe I've wronged you in a thousand ways,
But when you whispered my name, I was there and present.
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A home in exile is a search of tranquil stone
In between still lake and wrathful ocean.

A lost soul construct with foreign tongue in old shadow,
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We begin with love;
Before the red sweetheart, we had our glory, our golden age.
Our enlightened father gave this earth love,
And our mother produced compassion's music from a barbaric flute.
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I see you,
When the cuckoo sings
And flowers breathe to the call of spring.
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For love,
You have to allow someone into your secret room,
to take the fragrance of your hidden things,
Your fear of exposure.
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Once in a town named Low,
There lived a man named Pow.
In that valley of Low,
Pow loved a girl named Pooh.
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Some nights, the night is long like a scheme for enlightenment.
Pala doesn't understand the price of what's on offer;
Acts of illusion, a few words on devotion,
Morally trick him, like a 'Buddhist project.'
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I have burned and drowned my innermost thoughts;
There shall be no redemption,
Or holy place where we could reconcile.
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Sometimes,
You know how strange this is:
After a harsh winter,
The frozen lake melts into water,
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My gods are not defeated
They are only quiet,
Waiting between two breaths.
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