My lama, Tenzin Gyatso

Tibetans, who widely scattered around the world celebrated the 74th birthday of my lama, Tenzin Gyatso. Fifty years have gone sadly since my people left their land in 1959, when my lama escaped from Tibet with thousands of Tibetans. It has been a painful and agonizing 50 years of exile Tibetans, who haven’t seen their country or met their brothers and sisters, still living in Tibet. This journey has been a long struggle; 50 years has vanished as Tibetans waited to see each other, living in isolation and loneliness. Today, the grandsons and granddaughters of the original Tibetans celebrated my lama’s birthday using traditional dance and songs. It is the 50th historical landmark anniversary for this event.

A tear from Dhondup Wangchen’s wife.

My summer job has finished for the day, but work for my visa and other document has just begun. I often feel that there is always another burden blocking my way after climbing over the previous block. It is a worldly problem for every refugee who has lost his or her land. Unlike the avg. college student, I have to carry extra bags on my shoulders. That is why I decided to go to Oslo tonight. I phoned my Tibetan friends living there, who had been nice, kind and helpful to me during my previous visit. So I feel safe, secure and free.

Sitting with Samdhong Rinpoche for 25 Minutes

In August 2007, I met Samdhong Rinpoche. I left Dharamsala for his residency on a rainy September morning;the small hill of Dharamsala was covered in fog. I woke up a bit earlier than usual and prepared the things that I needed to take with me. I put my thesis, which discussing Sino-Tibetan Dialogue and one kilo of apples in my school bag. I walked toward the resident house of the ministers (Kalon Laishak). Kalon Tripa’s driver and body guard were waiting outside of main gate when I arrived there. They greeted me before I entered the gate even though we don’t know each other personally.

A talk with Tsering Woeser.

Few weeks ago, I heard that some Tibetan writers in exile, had peacefully denounced Wang Li Xiong during a meeting organized by Pen Tibetan Writers organization, during his visit to Dharamsala . Shortly after, I talked with Woeser through Skype. She told me that “I was deeply unhappy when I heard about the assertion to my husband but later personally took it as a good experience ”. Then, we didn’t have a chance to talk for several weeks. Later I saw her article “Democracy must have some moral obligations” on Tibet times and heard it from Radio Free Asia.

The Eight Confusions of China

China, don’t confuse yourselves.
Tibetans are not demanding independence,
Even though it was once an independent country in the heart of Asia.
Tibetans are only asking for genuine autonomy, not a decision which will split the country.
Tibetans are seeking a peace and justice that any citizen of the world needs and respects.
Tibetans are requesting something that will be of mutual benefit for future generations.

My in and out

Wake up early in the morning.
Sweep up the floor of room.
Purify the poisons of my mind.
Take a refuge in the three jewels.

Monsoon at Dharamsala

I am living on a small hill with my friends.
They make their lives by low wages.
They have a small house there that they rent temporarily.
Their house is nigh to ruin if wild storms and floods come.

My dairy after 8 years in exile.

Each time I think about my past, memories of horror, pain, courage and hope come to my mind and knock on the door of my heart. When I can go back to my motherland (Kawachen)? When I can get my freedom back from China?

A stream of my memory

Every body has an aim in his or her life; my destination is to be in the zone, of saturated treasure, a palace. A wealthy saturation I felt myself in anticipation. I need your love and sympathy in the form of precipitation. I feel you in the heaven of condensation. The lovely drops of your precipitation fall down into my brooks, later join into my blood vessels of rivers and flow to my mother of ocean deep inside my salty cradle. I know that you are so tired to travel so long a long journey to get my place through the cold dark wildness arising from the heated eruption that led to your fate flying towards my emancipating self.