Walking in the mist, you wonderIs this the stuff or dreams or nightmares?How many who lay herecarried the dream of a Free Tibet?Waking to a past, untouched bythe mystics of the dreamcatcherThe grief, walking side by sideOn winding roads of this land,still foreign after all these yearsWhere the Lhamo is reduced to caricaturesIn buildings erectedContinue reading “In exile”
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Melting Pot
It was evening when we walked into the blue gates of Andretta pottery. Country music was spilling out into the lane, blending perfectly with the whirring of the wheel even as the hands guided the clay. The mound was thrown, centered, shaped and lessons imparted as we stared, tapped our feet a little and soakedContinue reading “Melting Pot”
A Thousand Mornings 