#chenrezig
Streaking past, a momentary cloud,
there goes hope, a severed kite;
Rain-grateful the stream: but the dunes,
still menacing, forlorn all around;
Hanging over our world, the inevitable:
shivering among a hundred stars;
Will we go blighted, Chenrezig, without
the Polestar through the darkest night?
Crimson-crowned, the snow-peak, now,
the end we shudder to think past;
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 4:29 AM UTC