I prefer the absences
and the big empties
Feeling
the pure wind of flawless mountain and trees, looking deep inside the common
atmosphere,
I am astonished to realize that the pure landscapes suffocate me. But there is no curtain in my eyes
to hide the soft horizons of thoughts. I prefer the untouched land and all the edge of virgin sunshine over it.
When we look around over restless forest and leaves, we may see something of the wind that stirs it, which
comes to our nose with burning emotions..Though nature is on the whole of law unto herself in matters of
emotion and altitude, she is not a random force and does not work altogether without knowledge.
I am astonished to realize that the pure landscapes suffocate me. But there is no curtain in my eyes
to hide the soft horizons of thoughts. I prefer the untouched land and all the edge of virgin sunshine over it.
When we look around over restless forest and leaves, we may see something of the wind that stirs it, which
comes to our nose with burning emotions..Though nature is on the whole of law unto herself in matters of
emotion and altitude, she is not a random force and does not work altogether without knowledge.
A man on foot, on horseback or on a bicycle will see more,
feel more, enjoy more in one mile
than the motorized tourists can in a hundred miles.
than the motorized tourists can in a hundred miles.
The
restless Pachu, the towering Dzong, the silent Ngamayzampa, what do they have
in common? And what are
the essential differences? greatness, color, largeness, the power of the history and custom , that which lies beyond
the ability of visitors to wholly grasp or utilize, capture and write poems, these qualities are all commonly shared.
The lonesome walk benefits the feelings that are priceless, clean air to breathe. Those willows shades over us like
a delicate umbrella against the angry sun. Stillness of all pebble and wooden planks, solitude and space for passers
is this bridge. An unobstructed view every day and every night of sun, stars, clouds, moon in the sky and cliff
rock that are heavenly designed. A sense of time enough to let thoughts and feeling range from here to the end of
the world and back; the discovery of something intimate with soul of nature and man.
the essential differences? greatness, color, largeness, the power of the history and custom , that which lies beyond
the ability of visitors to wholly grasp or utilize, capture and write poems, these qualities are all commonly shared.
The lonesome walk benefits the feelings that are priceless, clean air to breathe. Those willows shades over us like
a delicate umbrella against the angry sun. Stillness of all pebble and wooden planks, solitude and space for passers
is this bridge. An unobstructed view every day and every night of sun, stars, clouds, moon in the sky and cliff
rock that are heavenly designed. A sense of time enough to let thoughts and feeling range from here to the end of
the world and back; the discovery of something intimate with soul of nature and man.
A
man come and feels something different, breaks his heart but not mountains,
rivers or trees that remains for
eternity and for next generation, they are real but we are of hope and fantasy. This is why man has tears,
heartbeat, and the sense that we are never complete but little things to think and weep. If one seal him from the
nature and isolate himself within a mind prison of his own creation then he is lost from the earth, he has never felt
the reality touch or voice of the god.
eternity and for next generation, they are real but we are of hope and fantasy. This is why man has tears,
heartbeat, and the sense that we are never complete but little things to think and weep. If one seal him from the
nature and isolate himself within a mind prison of his own creation then he is lost from the earth, he has never felt
the reality touch or voice of the god.
In unexciting sojourn I watch every sun shine
in hopes of seeing the dream. The dream is seldom seen in
flash of light that rises from the Jhomolhari like a bursting fountain at the moment when rays swells
through my broken window. It vibrates into the sky for five second and disappears; one more reason to
keep moving.
flash of light that rises from the Jhomolhari like a bursting fountain at the moment when rays swells
through my broken window. It vibrates into the sky for five second and disappears; one more reason to
keep moving.
Our world is not a patch of bliss
and changeless perfection where the human lie down and revolve around mind.
If men hear the sizzle of grasses, understand the murmur of river and look at chirping birds from nest to nest
then he belongs to universe of freedom and infinite truth. He remains a part of the environment he walks through
and that vision has no limitation or definite boundary.
If men hear the sizzle of grasses, understand the murmur of river and look at chirping birds from nest to nest
then he belongs to universe of freedom and infinite truth. He remains a part of the environment he walks through
and that vision has no limitation or definite boundary.
I am concerned with the textures and
tastes, sights and sounds, that brings me upon the zest of living in the empty
path. I like to hide those painful times
under the care of those rocks where passers steps upon it and compress under
cold ground. Sometime, letting it flow with river that has voices making melody, the stately flow up and down
on sweeping currents that touches the stones and beaches, swirling in pools, dividing against little flowery
islands, breaking sad and sorrow here and there, ever rejoicing, yet with deep solemn undertones recalling the ocean.
cold ground. Sometime, letting it flow with river that has voices making melody, the stately flow up and down
on sweeping currents that touches the stones and beaches, swirling in pools, dividing against little flowery
islands, breaking sad and sorrow here and there, ever rejoicing, yet with deep solemn undertones recalling the ocean.
I prefer absence and big empty for I knew how to see things
from my own eyes and feel from my own heart….
I
had these feelings under observation ever since my arrival at any place after
depart from my love, hoping to
learn something from it, to discover the significance in its form, to make a connection through its life with whatever
falls beyond. It is possible, in deep space, to talk with non human. Our feeling is the activity closely related to what
we call our soul. To create feelings is not absurdity; it can be one way of knowing silence, by recognizing ourselves
in the fullness of our being and certain another ways of living in this extraordinary world.
learn something from it, to discover the significance in its form, to make a connection through its life with whatever
falls beyond. It is possible, in deep space, to talk with non human. Our feeling is the activity closely related to what
we call our soul. To create feelings is not absurdity; it can be one way of knowing silence, by recognizing ourselves
in the fullness of our being and certain another ways of living in this extraordinary world.
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