Adrift

A plodding sentiment found here,

The residue of what elicited along,

Only the part remnant glistens holding,

My role the Mahayana school spares.

Why hurled here…, the zero I pride,

A tedious life in nearing convergence

Its essence ‘Pa and Ma’ me on prance,

Only it inflates the searching entity glide.

Still adrift it’s for the realm alien,

To hold on to for the case self-polishing,

A decoy ineluctable, drawn hanging,

Failure its dwelling home proven.

But to hold back, as the whole air erupts,

From mere ‘replication’ frenzy chased,

But to sift on finding where it be honed,

To get along the tide, interface apt.

Yes, life sucks optimum blurred out,

But, get on the track, a peep there,

A shallow petty air dissipated thither,

Hold the ground, a dreamdom shielded out.

A seeming robust thunder chinked bolt,

A resilient composure explores afar depth,

“You rot”, the lax glitter contorted forth,

“Whereas thou suffer”, mused to the halt—

A plodding sentiment in love with the affinity,

Intact the zero ground resilient to luring vanity.

A hearty laugh here!

An electrifying wave there! 

To Today’s Rain

Now pours on the tender grace,

Miss not a single droplet scarce. 

Drenched me wholly drowsiness 
Today's tedious pouring blesses. 

The overcast dark countenance
Menacingly stern; quenching peace.

This monsoon is groovy, blessing
Life, so familiar, paces up sensing. 

Dr. Lobsang Sangay in South, Mundgod: A Diary Extract

June 19, 2010.

Dr. Lobsang Sangay’s Talk on The State of The Tibetan Movement

Venue: Drepung Tsokchen, main congregation-hall

Time: 2:00pm

For me an awaited event that I have been anxious to join and hear, learn and observe about him and his sayings. And it’s today. I venture not to indulge in today’s siesta being afraid that I may miss the speech. I join the already gathered audience of more than 300 monks inside in advance of his arriving after some 25 minutes in, unexpectedly, a dark Tibetan Chuba and cream white Tibetan shirt rather than in his Harvard attire. In his rather kowtowed respected bowing he approaches for His Holiness Lion Seat set on the dais before the altar accentuated by the scintillating glossy bronze statue of Lord Buddha in the middle just up behind the seat and offers a long white ceremonial scarf on it before returning to his seat by the hung white screen for projecting the images and texts in Tibetan from the projector attached to his laptop. He makes his speech standing, pressing on his laptop keyboard as to change the displayed images and texts to his speech. Yes, his humours arouse laughter form audience, but it’s rather unexpected for me to find him so.

The most strikingly awareness drawing chord that his collected statistical information on the percentage of per capita taking the right of franchise during the latest poll for the exile Tibetan government, must be members of parliament Chitu, rings is really sadly backward, only 44%, the lowest of all—how we people uphold our government. He stresses taking one’s franchise as the fundamental right to one’s freedom optimized for a better government. Thinking of my past cases, I have the impression that I am either apolitical or not taking such right of mine. I should pay better attention from now on. Thanks for enlightening me so far!

The three prime conditions, as he presents precisely, for a well organized public movement are Unity, Planning and Discipline. And they are formed on the axis of an educated mind in broader sense. So they must be as for the reason of a firm unity can be achieved only through better or broader understanding rather than being backwardly isolated, detached and prejudiced even within the same pattern like of a race, country, culture, etc. The latter two are entirely impossible with a myopic view as a farsighted plan should be optimized by a disciplined stamina. But his succinct but heavy points are too much for us now, who have been seemingly lurching toward a degrading short-cut way of just hoping, waiting and talking half-baked matters emblazoned with rags of distortions.

When questioned by a monk asking for any recommendations for better education for the monks, he is of course at his wit’s end to make a full sensible idea, but goes on with saying the monastic education systems don’t seem to be in need of any reform yet, why not revolution. He has got to say a monk, especially the one in charge of teaching Buddha Dharma in a center abroad, should be familiar with foreign language for the case of such centers being mainly run by Western translators, who are preferred for their being proficient in their own mother-tongue despite the limited background of Dharma education. As the matter of the fact how he can make any comment on such needy reform plus go-ahead modern way for monastic education, as he hasn't got any sort of ground for being able to put forward one amid inevitable odd-sayings.

His firm holding to his late dad’s, a former monk of Drepung, legacy to be spiritually oriented, work for Tibet and his thereby being gratefully wishful to serve our exile government now is somewhat thoughtfully timely. And for the notability of his being Harvard product with Ph.D. degree in Law and specialising in East Asian Law Systems for years are to be especially welcome for the fact of being the first time ever for a Kalon Tripa candidate with such established qualification background. And let us at least move on forward rather than being this static…

A tender coarse touch still unsullied;

A foregone haunting love yet livened.

In chase of thy shadowy existence aback

I, the silliest, taken to see what now I lack.

 .....in memory of my late loving mom's love.

The Road Less Travelled

Lo, the crystal oceanic patch agleam,

Bound for where, the lair it found:

Set them all loosened, free as it’s.

There it’s, found but in a blinking speed,

Gone, the tender pat, however, assuring—

Grope for the rein to wade out inching

The boggy realm scowling, smirking;

Nay, endure or belong do I here; there,

The bottom-step to the world other,

I’m bound for, this plodding mule soul,

In a contorted tryst with shaking off the overloads,

The wedging monolith of flurries taken—

“Find again! Catch my lightning tail,

The only beacon, so dainty, to the patch agleam!”

An Untimely Toll

The fluffy flimsy wind disrupted,

The distant after mid-night wailings

Shrilling more than those incessant screeches—

The medium, lively breaths, a dirge:

Waiting for another cruel morning, hapless,

Struck the same chord mutely I sang…

The growls, the whines a lax snoring,

The next door, ignored amid self-gaiety,

Oblivious to how I consoled and soothed,

This wilted pulse achingly engorged.

A Personal Review: Namsa Goje by Mr.Shog Dung La

I have just started reading Namsa Goje (found translated as The Line Between Sky And Earth: in the form of incisive hindsight writing in the light of the organized sequence of mass uprisings by intrepid Tibetans in Tibet, beginning from March 14, 2008, against the unbearable tyrannies for more than 60 years now perpetrated by the most ruthless Communism of 21^st century, The Red China) and finished 101 from its 232 pages now. Really a great thriller, the first of its genre in Tibetan, a must read book if you are a Tibetan youth who knows one’s mother-tongue. Not only letting one, a Tibetan youth, boil up with unbridled reasonable rancour against the unimaginably atrocious Communist tyrannies—what the most notoriously silent ways are there to uproot Tibet’s identities—, but also burst the seething anger in its wildest craze. I can feel the simmering heat when I flip through the weighty pages of this great page turner.

I find his work delves into an artistically woven tapestry, in such detailed sequences of logical narration and studies, so inspiring and absorbing. A great work proved by his locking away thereafter, found yet another intellectual resource posing threat to CCP, PLA…

And as the book testifies on the grounded basis about the myopic biased red regime’s exerting every possible atrociously notorious means to, namely to safeguard its one-way power mechanism as prompted by flurries of paranoia proving its so shallow depth, vandalize Tibet’s rich heritages to silencing leading great minds in the mode of never coming back or out, I’m so concerned about his safety but only in the desperate way… I sigh, weep but…

Read it not only with the sense of a petty racial dignity but with firmer basis. It teaches us, leads us, not only to read and let go, there—how to shape and hone ourselves to come out fully as a well-equipped Tibetan Now! Read it then! Let’s try to be sharper and more alert now! I don’t mean to act abruptly but to learn more with a based honed sense to be so. So to Act!

* * *

Now I have just finished reading it and a great work I found rather than just mystifying with some sort of overrating elements whatsoever in the name of extolling it, but beyond and, at so shallow level, flaunting one’s intuitive genius of inferring it much deeper.

Even though I found the latter chapters dealing with Gandhianism Ahimsa rather tedious but worth-noting for the case of our mode of struggle, I was really so moved by his wholehearted concerned inner voice for our being able to be aware of wielding this sublime method only for the sustenance of this very racial identity and culture on the spot belonged. His serious concern, as he sees highly possible desperately taking to violence, opens our drifting eyes to focus firmly on the only viable resources by being solely armed with broader knowledge. ‘An act of such desperation is nothing other than throwing an egg to a boulder’ is how the totalitarian side lurks, lingering for a minute chance of branding ‘Terrorist’ and thereby legally, the enacted mandate so ruthless these days, uprooting our whole world. I do also like his core point of this method is to act so taking the cases of the forerunners at large and letting run the continuum in active dedicated way.

His masterpiece in Tibetan language, the first of its kind ever showing us a complete reliable way ahead, and his broad knowledge in world history and political science thru Chinese medium: The complete plot of this great work binds the entire elements of his unbiased racial dignity upheld, the integrity of his life and thoughts. I pray for his safety ever!

Even for the notoriety of his past critical writings challenging our theocratic societies past and present casting zero illumination on the broader sense of world society updated and maintained that left us here dispossessed, displaced and expelled, I have had my stand still consistent as a timely contender needy to pierce through our dreamlike but shallow pride of what we are and possess, so static. I was really pleased to learn every struggled work of counter-writings by those concerned ones had somehow missed his sublime points but just carried out like blurting, “How dare you stand so! The sinner!” As in the book his seclusion from his own people in Tibet, who took him as a devil, did cause so heavy loss for his profession as a writer not having access to interacting with them. And so after the sequence of mass uprisings-2008, he was speechlessly baffled to find out his fellow Tibetans had gone ahead of his stand, still in the stage of yet to be awaken to societal individual. Still, as he proves, we lag far behind.