Systems Poem by Kawa Karpo

Oh mother of mine and others
Your compassion is pure as naked ice
Splendid sun, unlucky flame and burned water
Where ocean is calling your name in faraway

All the poor people of world
All the weak people of world
Your spirit is so hight in the sky
Your heart is so deep as Buddha


The mother of mine and others
Like perfect and discordant years of Tibet
Unhappiness and misery
Returning and coming
All the days might unfold everywhere