Tenderly, I kiss my mala beads
crystal spheres of Light
echoing, radiating, reflecting
the myriad prayers imbuing
each solar gem
a starry umbilical cord connecting
me to You
Beloved Father
In this spacious network
all Your children
every bit of life
unfurl their arms
like Tibetan prayer flags
unlock tight, thorny
forlorn fists
Hearts unchained
reach out for the purest Love...
Morning Star splendor
Dearest Mother, Father, intimate Friend
God
clasp us to Your vast bosom
comfort us along this hard and rocky
journey home
I am amazed that the Tibetan Buddhist culture was so rich before the Chinese invaded and destroyed much of the heritage. In the brutal and either totally white or grayish landscape of the Himalayas, the prayer flags and other decorations of the religion provide a colorful backdrop against the gray and white coldness surrounding. The wind keeps trying to whip the flags away, but they flap in the wind and their color continues flashing that life is still vibrant in any kind of conditions.
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