Water floods in tears
Air rises, too high
Fire bows down in blue sorrow
Space holds all in grace
Thrangu Monastery!
In famous province
of Tibet, in Kham
In Kahm of great fame
Where minds were made
to fly like gorgeous birds
without boundaries,
in stainless space!
I have never seen you
or walked your halls
where the students and teachers
look simple and not
civilized in the Western view,
just wearing funny robes
and calling themselves
monks and lamas
sounds like a farm.
Thrangu Monastery!
How many have sat
and taken in the blessings
of the treasures,
endless phenomena of
offerings with
artistic expression
the least of their beauty!
Thrangu Monastery!
I bow in grief and reverence
To your sorrow, may all
who are wounded be completely healed,
May all who have died be liberated,
May all who are bereft receive
Unlimited compassion.
I wrote this poem
At the request
of my
flowing tears.