Hectic made life needed sit at table,
It forced its too heavy energy to light needed work,
So doubtful is it to expect wisdom or ideas.
Life's servant Tashi, his brains and body work,
Opposing strong wind of no ideas comes as stumbling block to work,
Its eye and body ache reminds him of air,
Window of heaven opened opened his mind to step out of heaven, kardo jangi ri.
My Heaven's mother, nature in open space is more tranquil,
I see stairway to kardog pelri,
Wind so delicious and cool blows,
As though it understood I needed it,
Sssss it utters as it strikes on leaves of tree surrounding my paradise,
Leaves seemingly without worries but raw and natural,
Moves hither thither, up and down as the wind kisses not just me,
I am lost to healing effect it brought to me,
Almost as hermit I sat observing and contemplating on it,
Twilight was not any closer to darkness my eyes saw,
Other lives moves through roads below the sairway,
Hang out, celebrating a win and moving with their own reasons I perceived.
Verse I write could not come close to cintentment I had,
As wind keeps blowing beautifully reluctant I am to resume to compulsive work,
Moon bright, though not full hid and i must go,
To my paradise.
Since I ate wind I hope ideas will strike,
Though hungry stomach changed not from shrunken ball state,
My good feelings filled my heart despite container being distorted.
It forced its too heavy energy to light needed work,
So doubtful is it to expect wisdom or ideas.
Life's servant Tashi, his brains and body work,
Opposing strong wind of no ideas comes as stumbling block to work,
Its eye and body ache reminds him of air,
Window of heaven opened opened his mind to step out of heaven, kardo jangi ri.
My Heaven's mother, nature in open space is more tranquil,
I see stairway to kardog pelri,
Wind so delicious and cool blows,
As though it understood I needed it,
Sssss it utters as it strikes on leaves of tree surrounding my paradise,
Leaves seemingly without worries but raw and natural,
Moves hither thither, up and down as the wind kisses not just me,
I am lost to healing effect it brought to me,
Almost as hermit I sat observing and contemplating on it,
Twilight was not any closer to darkness my eyes saw,
Other lives moves through roads below the sairway,
Hang out, celebrating a win and moving with their own reasons I perceived.
Verse I write could not come close to cintentment I had,
As wind keeps blowing beautifully reluctant I am to resume to compulsive work,
Moon bright, though not full hid and i must go,
To my paradise.
Since I ate wind I hope ideas will strike,
Though hungry stomach changed not from shrunken ball state,
My good feelings filled my heart despite container being distorted.
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