We are in a Chinese bus. Everyday washes the previous day away. Every moment too - sometimes. mm and I went to a monastery by chance. Pagma? An old Tibetan lady with many wrinkles sat there. Wonderful smile. He also peeped in to see where they were lighting the lamps...one dark room. China's morphed Tibet. Today is imp day for Padma Sambhava. A group gathered across Seth hotel in a tea-shop chanting for the wellbeing of the Dalai Lama.
It's funny how it looked...the border crossing. It's the same mountains. And we divide it We say this is you, this is us. Then we build a friendship bridge. Then we check phones for photos of the Dalai Lama. What if he's in your heart? What do you do then?
The security guards who checked us - after duty - they stayed in one large Communist era type building. At a certain time, blaring indoctrination music played. I've seen it in the movies. They wore green uniforms and mostly walked in a file. Then we all ate in that Chinese Sichuan restaurant. Mapo tofu...mayr kept saying.
It's funny how it looked...the border crossing. It's the same mountains. And we divide it We say this is you, this is us. Then we build a friendship bridge. Then we check phones for photos of the Dalai Lama. What if he's in your heart? What do you do then?
The security guards who checked us - after duty - they stayed in one large Communist era type building. At a certain time, blaring indoctrination music played. I've seen it in the movies. They wore green uniforms and mostly walked in a file. Then we all ate in that Chinese Sichuan restaurant. Mapo tofu...mayr kept saying.
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