“Love,” she whispers through her smile.
The deep lines in her weather-beaten face etched with peace.
Love and pain swell my heart, birthing the unwanted twins of confusion and helplessness.
Barbed branches encircle her patch of dust and sand that is now her home. It is cover perhaps from the wolves and jackals, but not the sun, wind and cold that dance like demons, taking their turn to torture the flesh, and torment the mind. “Love,” she whispers through her smile.
A smile that holds eternity in its hands, opening me up to the infinity in which we stand connected. Time bows to her great spirit. In this moment, we exist as one. I, her student, she, my master.
“Love,” she whispers through her smile.
How Can You Help?
If you are interested in helping the thousands of Tibetans who have been displaced and who have lost their homes and country, SaveTibet.org is one of many great places to learn more and see how you can help.
