This year Fire Horse
Burn it down and ride it high
Drala emaho!
(9/17/26)
As I was doing Tai Chi in my room,
my breath became the wind.
I turned around; a statue of a Tibetan monk spoke to me.
He turned into a man, and he showed me a secret handshake.
The next day, as I was fishing,
a lion and two tigers were inside the white house.
I gave them two bowls of food:
the lion had freshly diced tuna with a base layer of guacamole,
the two tigers had raw beef.
As I was petting the tigers, one of them put his paw on my arm.
The razor-sharp edge of his claws brazed my skin so gently but so fiercely.
The lion smiled back at me as a close friend would.
We took a yacht out and sailed through the city,
not caring about the red lights or the boundless places we could go.
City light's flashing past us as we glided on the water's edge.
the golden-brown fur
distinctive musky odor
Tibetan takin
in a dense fog and forest
loves to eat the bamboo shoots.
Here we are
this and now
never turn your heart away !
Hear the song
that comes out strong
then sweet ...
pure upon your lips of red
Birds of paradise
fly high
as they soar towards
the sun !
Here we are
you and I
living for the other
as if we'll never die !
Ideas
or wordcraft
There’s times
you must choose
The style
or substance
Which one
left askew
One choice
or the other
Becomes
zero-sum
Delivering
prescience
If words
—on the run
(The New Room: March, 2023)
cold harsh desolate terrain
where life to us seems hostile and cruel
gardens painstakingly nurtured
with minimal returns
so much effort so little gain
yet a most appreciative and spiritual people
atop their mountains so close to God
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
tibet's ahimsa
calmly exudes its pulse of
peace and non-violence
AP: 3rd place 2022
The Tibetan Yak came to town to set us all straight.
We are hard-working fellows, our work ethic great.
We do not stand around using idle chit-chetter.
Please change the other meaning of Yak for the better.
My heart aches for
Your hearts that break.
I shed tears mingling with
Yours for the forgotten years;
The tortured monks and nuns…
For your people who suffer still
With no voice to teach
Your hopeless, hungry, young.
Only your elder's tears
Know of the deep sorrow
Of your lost lives, lost culture,
Your sacred Buddhist beliefs,
Your divine history that
Continues to be destroyed.
Even as your dead fall
You do not hate…
You only wish to liberate
Those loving souls who
Remain as strangers in their
Own beloved land.
Let me be your voice
To join with other voices that
Will help you attain freedom.
I see through your naked soul,
like laser beam across spring waters.
thunder-strike my liverless matter,
with sight of thor-like spirit.
I grace the grassy Himalayas,
like emperor in a royal dynasty
And master of my canines,
for I am the Tibetan Mastif.
Tibetan Buddhist Tonglen
Tonglen, when you take on another’s pain,
As smoke, on the in breath ,
Outbreath normal as the rain,
You are sending health, no less. (sending white light)
You see the pain and suffering ,
You intensely feel his pain,
Brighter than the shining stars,
Pain, Light does ease again!
Did you ever have a friend ,
Who suffered some great pain,
And you also hurt with him then ,
Sympathetic, is here plain.
This is a useful game.
Would be healers of the west,
Are crippled, sometimes sane:)
By trying to heal, to do their best,
Yes painful is the game.
The truth of many religious books,
Can filter real concepts,
To see, one only has to look,
And truth is like the rain,
Do you want to share their pain?
Don Johnson
I try to help cause remote healing, I suffer for a day with the pain and wondered why,
the pain then goes, if I ask for relief, this verse may be my answer?
Make it a habit to ignore his redundant rhetoric with scoffs as he speaks, call it lunacy and say
he's over stepped the boundaries of obsession with talks of destiny mixed with aggression the
stupidity of the world will end in remorse but yet bestow the making of Armageddon. Dismiss
him when he speaks of deliverance along with the mathematical and historical return of the son
of man think it horrid and misleading when he comes to these conclusions and motive for every
ill event this world has seen. Say his findings are an enigma a scandal even, trigger an out cry
against him with slander while you burn his books and call him a crook all the while your pathetic
display does nothing but immortalize this gifted man. Of course the simple minded will deem
him an abomination but the believed will praise him as the angel of truth and defend him against
guilt on the grounds that knowledge built. With out hesitation this prodigy is the rightful owner of
human progression let every able nation be thankful that such a man exist.
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