6 months and 17 days passed; 5 months and 14 days left--His 80th Birthday. The recitation, 3 times a day, of the poetic prayer-work, Ode to Arya Lokeshvara by His Holiness the 7th Dalai Lama Lobsang Kelsang Gyatso, has taken me off to a yonder land, off the brawl and ruckus of Sikyong-Chithue Elections plus Uma-Rangzen, the wafting of the same fermented smell despite the reality of ground slipping away below our feet. I wonder, if not now at such tragic time, when the rhetoric like Chigdril, Gyalshen, Miriklagya could be put into action marked by giving closer ears and eyes and hands while saying, "We are the fated ones."
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It's only up to the shadow of narcissism looms, casts a form usually after petty romantic daydreaming of all tenderness or need. When the thread snaps, the melodrama takes such form of tragedy without the beauty of telepathic monologue condoning or creating up. To put it frankly, I take it as its, the overused sentiment, dystopian version or what it's now. Many, many lonely souls without the means of being so and getting what real freedom is like. Busyness is said as happiness. That makes me retch, that makes me distance myself and observe fussy movements like laying the ground for eternity. Can such soul have time for wondering how this life-supporting formation (78%+22%) keeps suspending in the infinite void that is what it is, not just up to our perception of Solar System and petty ventures?
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It's only up to the shadow of narcissism looms, casts a form usually after petty romantic daydreaming of all tenderness or need. When the thread snaps, the melodrama takes such form of tragedy without the beauty of telepathic monologue condoning or creating up. To put it frankly, I take it as its, the overused sentiment, dystopian version or what it's now. Many, many lonely souls without the means of being so and getting what real freedom is like. Busyness is said as happiness. That makes me retch, that makes me distance myself and observe fussy movements like laying the ground for eternity. Can such soul have time for wondering how this life-supporting formation (78%+22%) keeps suspending in the infinite void that is what it is, not just up to our perception of Solar System and petty ventures?
