All we are, are these bones and tethered bodies filled with thoughts,
May all pain of losing home never overshadow losing body,
Mind cannot replace reality in which torture and hatred live simultaneously without worry about future,
And they lose on death and dying;
Coins are flying, loons in the sky, boats on water and beavers 🦫 working their dams but hurt women blood doesn’t flow,
they are cut and brutalized for demon beasts without humanness with them,
what are we in this joy after being soiled by evil?
Too late for a lot.
Yet tears of joy flow undisturbed and free.
some women today are extremely sorry.
Art by ཀ Sönam Wangmo