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
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
“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.