One of Wild Nomads passion is to promote the creative talent of Tibetans by showcasing the work of some of the most promising Tibetan artist. Showcasing their work in this way will be the most effective way of providing a platform for the artist and letting you know what is happening in the Tibetan creative world.

Poems & Proverbs

THE DAY STARTS

Upon the jade -green lakes

Where the yellow bamboo bridges span

To marry the dew-green banks

The morning birds are calling to the goddess of dawn

In the ambling pond sail the golden-rayed lilies

Beneath a gentle sway of draping willows

Sings the rippling brook to dance the early breeze

Soft blue-grey plumage of statuesque cranes

Mingles into the distant morning sky

These melodies of unseen wind

Make me recall sweet nature's turning

Bid me relearn anew the taste of sour-sweet nature

Remind me that I, too was once born naked

And, being unconscious, will die again without shame

As short-lived as the silver dew-drop's beauty

Sawang

Proverbs

“If you want to know your future, look at what you are doing in this moment.”

 “Goodness speaks in a whisper, evil shouts”

 “The wise understand by themselves; fools follow the reports of others”

 “Excellent people are honoured wherever they go”

 “A man who can succeed is always the one sent. If there is nothing to be done, it does not matter who goes.”

"When life ends you may arise and have peace with Droma, but nevertheless it's a great calamity when the rock rolls down the mountain and takes your life."

“Sorrow not experienced Happiness not tasted”

“A father deserted by a wise son is like being caught in a shower without a felt.”

“The wish is father to the thought.”

COLLECTIONS OF COLORS FROM THE MUDDY WATERS

Days I can pass without being noticed….

When evening slowly bedecks the silky sky

Star by stars have arouse eternity.

The flaky moon came to a beckoning pool again…

I came at your door-steps

Like a homeless butterfly

But I found your door closed

So I did not dare to knock.

Evening after evenings

The moon beams climbed in and out of your window

More I sat, more I thought, further you seemed to be.

Falling in love is not so hard

But showing ones desire

In a strange land

Not knowing the custom

Is like being in a night of constricting dreams.

Yet somehow I must make my move

Before you'll decide to leave… me... by the shimmering pool.

As memories gather to tell me

Like the bubbles in the fountain

I didn't ask for your fascinations.

So you and I don't know what's going on

But the people are talking about us..

That's alright if you know…

That this meeting is not my arrangement….

Since two of us collided in colliding chances

And stirred up the fire of gathering stars

And have formed the colours of gathering seasons…

May I sit with you?

And settle the chances by the ‘southern mountain'

Count the fishes in the ‘eastern sea' together.

Sawang