"While many Westerners have regarded Tibet as the mysterious hidden sanctuary, Tibetans have looked elsewhere for such a place." [Edwin Bernbaum, The Way to Shambala]
Walls of tears Confined our lives and dignity Hushed in fear The peaceful days are gone As memories
Invasion kept us prisoners Nails of scorn Were driven through those masks That made us strangers Their anger kept us prisoners Doors of stone' Concealing truth for years Silently
Days of fear Are carving paths for us to take Mournful years Could never wilt our hopes In freedom's sake
Escaping from this misery Darkness shall unfurl its wings And give us all the answers Each footstep made with bravery Dreadful chains Are breaking from our feet Free we'll be
In time, One's fate finds peaceful grounds In sight, One's eye triggers and shoots In pain, One's fate finds crimson grounds In vain, One' eye captured the truth
Absconders
[...in the memory of Kelsang Namtso]
["On September 30th, 2006, climbers preparing to summit Cho Oyu, a mountain nineteen miles east of Mount Everest, watched in horror as border guards fired at a group of Tibetans fleeing to India via Nepal. Kelsang Namtso, a seventeen year-old Tibetan nun, was killed in the assault."] [Jonathan Green, Murder in the High Himalaya]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
