This is a future poem, for a woman who is going to enter a monastic life as a nun.
Boiling the mushrooms Coconut and lemongrass Cut the lemongrass Carrots bright their orange hue Fragrant is the veggie soup A. Sonam Wangmo
The deep blue mirror of the water soothes the mental anxiety of the day’s sorrows, softly no wind is breeze while lifting the fresh still green lost leaves near the lake. Women walk into the shining lake, comfortable lifting their dresses and with ease resting their feet into the warmth of the water. The heat … Continue reading August warmth [Poem]