Tibetan blues it grew like this a strategic pudding I’m a bit dismayed now the peace & quiet leaves me high in Lhasa stoned as a monkey except for a thousand wheels of no impression why would I be angry these prayer wheels I span them all my life snow melts the seasons soldiers are in the streets convoys coming west how you found me
ah Lhasa!
ReplyDeleteNow that's a meditation - in the midst of loss - those wheels!
ReplyDeleteCheers, James. The Theory of Two Truths. Madhyamaka doctrine etc. Too high for a Tuesday afternoon in Shanghai. :)
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