June 3

Through My Eyes

Saturday June 3

(We continue listening to the Dalai Lama as he tells of his life in Lhasa in My Tibet written by he and Galen Rowell!)

" Most of my boyhood was spent in the company of grown-up men, and inevitably there must be something lacking in childhood without the constant company of one's mother and the other children. However, even if the Potala had been a prison for me, it would have been a spacious and fascinating prison. It is said to be one of the largest buildings in the world. Even after living in it for years, one could never know all it's secrets. It entirely covers the top of a hill; it is a city in itself. It was begun by a king of Tibet thirteen hundred years ago as a pavilion for meditation, and it was greatly enlarged by the fifth Dalai Lama in the seventeenth century of the Christian era. The central part of the present building, which is thirteen stories high, was built on his orders, but he died when the building had reached only the second story. When he knew that he was dying, he told his prime minister to keep his death a secret, because he feared that if it were known that he was dead, the building would be stopped. The prime minister found a monk who resembled the Dalai Lama and succeeded in concealing the death for thirteen years, until the work was finished. but he secretly had a stone carved with a prayer for a reincarnation and had it built into the walls."

( At the Potala! I promise to add more tomorrow...)

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* This is from the book My Tibet by the Dalai Lama and Galen Rowell.

( Please see my spinning for you!)

( Tahshi Deleh gentle one! Kehrahng kusu debo yinpeh? I began the day in our studio spinning for you then headed out to wander about for awhile taking pictures in the rain. After that I returned to our studio to work on the sculpture of Tara Drolma. After that I worked on our a land of Tibet. You'll notice the usual changes on the pages. Two as one we've fixed a few more mistakes as usual. I'm going to put the pages up on our infosite; I'll put this up for now so we can rest.

And so, as always we'll continue two as one on to tomorrow

my one gentle beautiful patient swift dream bright

long dark mane in sunlight

so for now I bid goodnight...Simjah Nahngo!)


	Through My Eyes Saturday June 3 (We continue listening to the Dalai Lama as he tells of his life in Lhasa in My Tibet written by he and Galen Rowell!) " Most of my boyhood was spent in the company of grown-up men, and inevitably there must be something lacking in childhood without the constant company of one's mother and the other children. However, even if the Potala had been a prison for me, it would have been a spacious and fascinating prison. It is said to be one of the largest buildings in the world. Even after living in it for years, one could never know all it's secrets. It entirely covers the top of a hill; it is a city in itself. It was begun by a king of Tibet thirteen hundred years ago as a pavilion for meditation, and it was greatly enlarged by the fifth Dalai Lama in the seventeenth century of the Christian era. The central part of the present building, which is thirteen stories high, was built on his orders, but he died when the building had reached only the second story. When he knew that he was dying, he told his prime minister to keep his death a secret, because he feared that if it were known that he was dead, the building would be stopped. The prime minister found a monk who resembled the Dalai Lama and succeeded in concealing the death for thirteen years, until the work was finished. but he secretly had a stone carved with a prayer for a reincarnation and had it built into the walls." ( At the Potala! I promise to add more tomorrow...) ( please click here to read of the day with me ) This is from the book My Tibet by the Dalai Lama and Galen Rowell. ( Please see my spinning for you!) ( Tahshi Deleh gentle one! Kehrahng kusu debo yinpeh? I began the day in our studio spinning for you then headed out to wander about for awhile taking pictures in the rain. After that I returned to our studio to work on the sculpture of Tara Drolma. After that I worked on our a land of Tibet. You'll notice the usual changes on the pages. Two as one we've fixed a few more mistakes as usual. I'm going to put the pages up on our infosite; I'll put this up for now so we can rest. And so, as always we'll continue two as one on to tomorrow my one gentle beautiful patient swift dream bright long dark mane in sunlight so for now I bid goodnight...Simjah Nahngo!)