K.Dhondup
Exile
Exile is a marigold blushing luxuriantly in the morning sun luring turquoise bees from the beehives to suck their honey Exile is a melody for the forgetful souls in search of wider horizons to cherish and conquer A gold ring clasping round the white finger, exile is a memory of a beloved bleeding somewhere behind the high mountains
Poisons of the Mind
A Tibetan geshe1 came in the morning and spoke about poisons that grow in our mind Poisons on which we depend and have to depend for our pleasures and sorrows. "Like flowers in a garden," he said. "passion, hatred and anger grow." "As the bees spend their lives around the flowers singing and sucking," he continued, "Human beings spend their lives with these poisons, laughing or weeping."
1 A Tibetan Buddhist degree in philosophy, equivalent to a PhD. There are four levels of geshe degree; Lharampa, Tshogrampa, Dorampa and Lingsepa.