A sense in One~

Not so long ago, I spent my childhood with my brothers. It was indeed a profound intimacy of brotherhood. As we move to manhood and lead the different path in life, we are miles apart. We live miles apart, so we rarely meet physically.

Mentally I ever love close in your heart,

Physically wish remain ever in my heart,

To be with you – my brothers!

It has become culture for all. A culture to meet back home only on occasions like the New Year celebration, annual rituals, Diwali, etc. It is indeed the education that kicks us apart miles away. We study for life. We work for life with different organizations, and we spent our lives separately for a lifetime.

All accumulations are bound for dwindling.

The dualism bounds to separatism.

But it is again a new culture that gone friends are able to meet at the crematorium. Our new start of life shall weaken with the unloving death. And it is enlivened for gone friends to meet again for the death at the crematorium.

For every birth’s gladness,

I can’t defend facing death's madness.

Far and away on the uncertainty bridge

The pictures I found on my PC undeniably inspired me to write this post. Not so long ago, I was in Mongar for the job training. It was good to see and relieved in me to know that they are happy together. A younger brother followed his older brother. Sometimes afterward, there is an end. And on the bridge of uncertainty they dwell.

Far and away on the uncertainty bridge,

You and I dwell for the purpose of life.

Not many miles in an arena of life,

Yet life shall be worth living and shall fortify us.

For the moving death!  



And the loving brothers pass through~

I was born and am living. You were born, and we are living a life. Let’s forget not to live a life that will bring us immense and unending happiness. Wish you happiness for all beings on this wonderful mother earth. Embrace your mother with dignity and die with the same.

Have a nice weekend.

Trashi Delek!!!

The O My...

Flying away far and beyond the boundary of my heart,
Singing the rhythmic song in ecstasy;
O my bird, my bird, pleasure frees to roam around.
Wafting the decorated wings in the air of yours,
Blowing thy gentle mesmerism
O my bird, my bird.

Toddling to and fro beyond the boundary of your domicile
Chuckling the inner essence of yours
O my baby, my baby, innocent rules to learn more.
Showing the innocent smiles over again and over
Craving thy little heart
O my baby, my baby.

Together with same kind is great enjoyment passing well...

Calling far and yet beyond the boundary of thine solitary,
Thinking the aroma of intimacy
O my darling, my sweetheart, thine missing is my dying.
In those wanton  pictures among those sandalwood,
It is pastime passing excellent
O my babe, my darling.

O friend, my friend
Laughing happy is good time together,
Crying together is hard time passing hard wherever
O friend, my friend
Far and away yet in the inner core of my heart
Breathe beyond the limit of essence embedded in you and me. 

For my two Younger brothers

I don’t know why I feel like believing this feeling. Maybe I am concerned about my two younger brothers, who are leading different paths, and their mistake of turning back to my path can be a sin.

I hope with inspiration from our parent and great gurus, they will do justice to what they have opted to go for and live with. Whenever we gather back home with Dad and Mom, they wish their commitment would go beyond what people usually mull over.

I dedicate the poem to those who are yet to complete their studies at Trashigang Dratshang and Tango Buddhist University. I hope, due to my mundane mind, I don’t parallel my conduct to theirs.

During tender years of not even in your teens,

‘Twas where you woo’d the gentle mind well,

Wonder and ponder my mind over thy great deed.

I feel a complete aroma in thy life chosen to be a monk forever.

Brother Tsheten Tashi

Going on the heavenly abbot called earth,

Beautified with little chirping birds and delight people

When I go to practice religion for universal well-being,

I feel a complete aroma in my temperament.

In the heavenly abbot of Tango monastery,

With great gurus and loving friends,

When I remember the pleasant face of yearning love,

I feel complete numbness in my heart and soul.

Brother Kezang Rangdel

During my entire eighteen years of survival,

Enjoyed the beauty of dwelling on this wonderful earth,

Yet when I think of my past mischief time alone together

My eyes can’t control shedding an ocean of tears.

With not as much of good merit in my past life,

I can feel the paining result in my current verve.

With deep submission and prostration, I pray,

Pray for the wellbeing of sentient beings in the contemporary world!