May these “holy days” be gifted with healing.

Namaste to all living be-ings everywhere.

Medicine Buddha

http://www.fpmt-osel.org/gallery/medicine.htm

Tibet ~ 10 Dec 2012 ~ Solidarity

Gdansk, Poland 31 August 1980

90 Self Immolated Tibetans due to policy “made in China.”

The International Campaign for Tibet –> http://www.savetibet.org/

While the “free” world (Orwellian overtones notwithstanding) goes about its seasonal consumption binge to purchase many goods stamped with “made in China” the indigenous people of Tibet have been setting themselves on fire in protest.  Participants in the Occupy movement have nothing on Tibetans when it comes to legitimate grievances ranging from rampant cultural genocide to environmental destruction. There is no way to “spin” what has happened in Tibet during November 2012. There’s no double talk that puts things to rights.  Native American children may have to relinquish their statistical standing as the group with the highest suicide rate in the world to the Tibetans determined to be ”heard” by resorting to suicide by fire.  I don’t write the preceding sentence without serious concern for the harsh realities faced by both groups.

The Holy Days/Holidays taken on a certain smoke tinged hue.

28 Self Immolations in one month.  —>> more at Students for a Free Tibet  https://www.studentsforafreetibet.org/about-tibet/self-immolations

namaste

Sighting Tsering with Tsundue’s “Horizon”

 
 

Tsering

Sighting Tsering ?

 

Tenzin Tsundue’s  “Horizon”

From home you have reached

the Horizon here.

From here to another

here you go.

From there to the next

next to the next

horizon to horizon

every step is a horizon.

Count the steps

and keep the number.

Pick the white pebbles

and the funny strange leaves.

Mark the curves

and cliffs around

for you may need

to come home again.

     Reproduced here with permission as stated in Kora, a story and eleven  poems by Tenzin Tsundue

“waiting” and “space-bar A PROPOSAL”

Waiting

 

eva’s energy-scape   @eva wojcik

Poem by Tenzin Tsundue from his book, Kora, a story and eleven poems

 (printed via persmission statement in Kora)

space-bar

A PROPOSAL

pull your ceiling half-way down

and you can create a mezzanine for me

your walls open into cupboards

is there an empty shelf for me

let me grow in your garden

with your roses and  prickly pears

i’ll sleep under your bed

and watch TV in the mirror

do you have an ear on your balcony

i am singing from your window

open your door

let me in

i am resting at your doorstep

call me when you are awake

 

Tenzin Tsundue’s “Exile House”

Our tiled roof dripped

and the four walls threatened to fall apart

but we were to go home soon,

 

we grew papyas

in front of our house

chillies in our garden

and changmas for our fences,

then pumpkins rolled down the cowshed thatch

calves trotted out of the manger,

 

grass on the roof,

beans sprouted and

climbed dwon the vines,

money plants crept in through the window,

our house seems to have grown roots.

 

The fences have grown into a jungle,

now how can I tell my children

where we came from?

 

Poem presented as it appears in Kora

copyright Tenzin Tsundue, 2002

Auroville Beach, look familiar?

Auroville Beach

 Tashi Deleck,

Anyone know any or all of these  Tibetan wave riders?  Working the six degress of separation and the  interconnectedness of all things to send greetings to a correspondent from years ago who managed an informative travelling exhibit on the history of Tibet.

WAVE!

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