Kawa Karpo (Lhasa)
Mystery of Sky and Land
Above me, I can see the sky, where all my birds have silver wings, golden wings, silver wings are gift of sky, golden wings are gift of land.
Whose creation are the sky and land? But my powerful mind is much stronger than the creation of sky and land
Do not write a letter mother on the your skin like paper,
Because sky is what your mother gave you before you born in this colorless world.
Your smiles are like stars of sky in the autumn night, the land is kneeling down on the words of my poetry like bone.
I am not doubtful with the long distance of religion and science logic, all’re mingled down as sand and water
I keep silence for a moment, a moment that merely decreasing the spirit that grow in land of Lord Buddha’s early dreams
Flowers can only faced to the eastern sun, and rivers are running down to the ocean of human’s bone and blood
Who heard the voice of an enteral Angle? Who killed the unbearable pain of you and me had deserved? Who? Who?
Every single day had been washed up by the mightiest sun, who is said to be only child of sky and land
The hunter of night was coming toward us like the wizard of ancient days of Greek, idle music of old chapter is closing its
door for moment.
When beauty grows like dimple on girls’ lovely face,
How shall I go through deep of your harvest days?
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