My New Year’s pryers
My New Year’s Day Prayer By Tt On the summit of the Stony man in Shenandoah Valley 1/1/2023 (1) As a naive Tibetan teenage boy I hate prayers I am refused to see I am one of the prayers My mentors were my school teachers, The so call “science-based language textbooks” were the only window through which I see the universe (2) As a cynical young man I was totally disgraced by my nations tragical past and it’s suffocating status quo I wanted to pray but didn’t know how And more important to whom my prayers ought to be made! By the blessings of my quest for freedom I heard the great boos of the universe that none of my school teachers dare to attend I saw how the magnificent Himalayan jeers at the textbooks taught me what universe is and who I truly am. (3) As a proud adult I realized praying is the only food that can keep me alive So, I joined the exalted ancient order of monasticism I took refuge in the doctrine of Escapitism I was honored and felt somewhat home As a disti...