Sunday March 20
*
A glimpse
forth to the span
to the leading light of my long day
slight gentle beautiful determined bright one
patiently making her way
she firmly alone firmly herself
to quietly remind me
that not so far away
for she I we two
our warm and bright future day
and to her then to say to tell
of the way from Gyeltangteng
northeast to the mountains of Hongshan
Red in the mountain light are they
adorned as with precious jewels
with glowing flowers
that peer out from among
the great scree rock slopes
and high meadows
where azaleas and rhododendron climb up
as large as trees covered with lavender
pink and white above
their shining green
To return to Gyeltangteng
thence southeast we go
to a high mountain meadow
where the flowers bloom
as few places upon earth
and the waters of Zhado tso
stir quietly beneath the mountain wind
and flicker in gleaming splendor
beneath the vast blue sky
Not far the green depths of Balgo forest
and the glowing mystery of Beta tso
their images speak to the mind
whose names have become
hidden by the passage
of centuries beyond count
we rest and listen
for their voice
in the waves upon the hallowed shore
and the rustling of branches
swaying
in the wind
they speak of yet others
We rise
to where the trees grow
their roots twisting among
the cracks in the massive rock
to climb into the vast mountain sky
their images painted upon
the shining expanse of
Jehra tso below
we see in its light
another place shines up at us
a trail just visible
upon a meadow
We make our way
to the heights where the ice
of millenia melts
beneath the mountain light
trickles
then flows
to the waters just below
Look beautiful one
far above
it's Yangdo Ubdutso
where the waters swirl
around the stones
beneath our gaze
as precious eyes in zhi
set among glinting
silver and gold
and intense blazing
crystal blue
as a diamond from
the mountains depth
All this not so wonderful
to my straining eyes
as your determined beauty
and uplifted patient dignity
this that I see in you
beneath the open sky
on this afternoon
of our winter of working and waiting
Lotus blossoms rest
upon the window sill
and so we wait
two as one
we our effort
real and lasting
slight gentle
beautiful one
March 15
* courtesy of A Luminous Diamond (Bright) Crystal Show productions.
reference material for the poem is courtesy of the Footprint Tibet handbook by Gyurme Dorje.