Flowers prostrate sky.
Clouds pride in it all hiding.
Cried then leaves were fresh.
2013
This entry was posted
on Sunday, March 3rd, 2013 at 8:43 pm and is filed under 2013, Bönpo-ems, Guest Poets.
You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
3 Responses to “Guest poet: Geshe Yungdrung Gyaltsen”
And the congregation says,
Namasté.
Oy! Whatta goyim. Rather:
And the congregation says,
Ohm.
Oh, it’s ok, Eduardo. Namaste, Om, Amen, So Mote it Be, Mitakuye Oyasin. Just different facets of the same jewel.