I, a bum, an immitating bookish bear.
Swirling curtains, wisping cool breezes,
Joyfully seeking solace in the neon dim.,
human learning and unlearning.
I, a bum, pissing boorish languages,
squandering saint’s smell,
Of ease, and enthused.
In the core of kindness,
of saving lives, by the warriors of inner conquerers.
The unfortunate, be protected by the untainted,
lotuses,
In the pyers,it flips aside the wind, bestows upon,
you the praise of resolute spirit, the love and the roses,
raining meritrious untainded care of Buddhasatvas.
In the vaste universal surrounding,
The stars above hanging loose, perfuming ceilings,
Cajoling and enthralling me with late story of once upon a time.
Calming this butterfly to slowly sleep away unwinking stares.
In the endless dreams of possibilities,
And for the milder, sober, swinging supposedly
swanky feel.
There goes the chords,
in both major and minor,
And a little suspense for your delights.
And brighter the moon be shining tonight.
Ten Phun is an actor, poet and writer from Dharamshala. He was born in Lhasa, the capital of Tibet. In exile, he studied in Tibetan Children’s Village school. His first book of poems Sweet Butter Tea came out in 2015, and his novel The Stone Flower in 2020.
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