Tag: Lhasa
If I could meditate as deeply
If I could meditate as deeply
on the sacred texts as I do
on you, I would clearly be
enlightened in this lifetime.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
Drops of rain wash away
Drops of rain wash away
The love songs written in
Black and White
But love, though unwritten,
Remains long after, in the heart.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
My sweetheart who truly loved me
My sweetheart who truly loved me
Has been stolen to wed another.
I am sick with longing sorrow
And frustration emaciates my frail body.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
Yama, the mirror of my karma
Yama, the mirror of my karma
Residing in the realm of death,
You must judge and grant justice.
Here, while alive, I had no justice.
Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
If she who stole my heart
“If she who stole my heart Were to become my wife Like landing a jewel Drawn from the ocean’s depths” – Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
It is the smoke of fragrant incense
“From the peaks of the western mountains, I see white clouds boiling in the sky. It is the smoke of fragrant incense, An offering from the one who’s won my heart” – Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
I do not judge the universe
“I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe.” Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
The ink of love songs washes off in the rain
The ink of love songs washes off in the rain, but the love itself, that which cannot be written down, stays inside *here* Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama
The Tigress at home
The mastiff, as fierce as a leopard or tiger, Have I easily calmed by a piece of meat; Yet the tigress do I have at home however, Becomes more fierce the more we live together. – Tsangyang Gyatso, the sixth Dalai Lama Mastiff: In Tibet one finds a watchdog, usually …