my heart is with all tibetans & nepalis
& with all other friends and enemies
around the world in all floods of suffering
in all gorgeous glaciers now catastrophic
warming melting collapsing avalanching
coming towards us and us not getting it

himalayas became my home
and tibet my heart
but i cannot touch tibetan land this life
so i can only think of those who
are there restricted and are not free
and those who restrict and are not free
and in general of anyone on all sides
of life hearts and human rights

closest i got to tibet from the indian side
was living around a thousand kilometers away
between warm hearted tibetans in exile

closest i got to tibet from the nepali side
was feeling tibet’s enormous power vibrating
just a few kilometers away from the border
in the big valleys of nepal’s mustang

closest i got to legally enter tibet
from the chinese side was a few hours
of investigations in the airport in china
then actually being denied entry in china
because i might be a threat to their national security
because of the connection with HH the Dalai Lama
and my life in Dharamsala precious little Lhasa Dhasa
and connection with tibetans and their richness
chinese police asked and searched in detail for a few hours
phone messages files pictures contacts insta fb bags
and sent me back because i am connected to
“a man with an idea against the chinese state”
and a flag with sun, snow lions and mountains

mountains now fracture

hi dear friends from all over the world
including entry deniers and heartbreakers
i am writing a poem now for everyone
made on this earth but especially
for those made in china
i declare compassion on you
and think of you deeply on a daily basis
i remember your eyes and body cameras
your armchairs and cold noodles
your vague answers and rapid hands
and i wonder if you ever remember the sun
how it shines its light so bright on everyone
because that’s banned forbidden at your place
so you can never think or speak of it freely
but i dare to send you the wise sun over
with its bright sun rays of rights
human and nonhuman rights
freedoms richnessess
shining in all directions touching humans
everywhere in this world and going
beyond walls of all kinds great walls
farewell to firewalls
i send you snowy mountains and glaciers
to keep the mind fresh crisp to reflect well
on three ts progress ethnic laws and ethics
autonomy and actual harmony
diamonds to sharply shake the core of beings
with freedom of speech breaking borders
i send you lion courage
to question your perspectives
to welcome minorities and think deeply
of real unity
i send you lion snow ice
to freeze causes for self immolations
i send you snow lions to dig and protect imagination
and three jewels to reveal the suchness underneath
always emanating happiness in nature of happiness
dissolving and completely abandoning meaningless
i send you plenty of freedom
to undress mass surveillance
and just let beings be
free

three point five years of happy tilted moon
high up on indian sky in tibetan cloud
three kgs collected in the spine
crying thali and wearing cold intestines
all good quite hopeful
then entry denied
because of an idea
a man out there has
against theirs

in the end i try my best to declare
love to all beings
especially most oppressed ones
in all directions babies children
sisters brothers mothers
compassion to all beings
especially confused ones
everywhere

twenty twenty five was a year of roses with spiky prickles
and imagining pure lands while living in this world of horrors
a year of dancing with reality apparent phenomena
when no one really knows who or what reality really is
or if something can even be ever called such thing as real
a year of even more extremes and all kinds of disasters
but also of real majestic heart gifts of love and friendships
curious about how to speak in flowers instead of in words
when both joy and heartbreak fill and overwhelm the inside
with happy tears that come from joy when seeing those
few inspiring people in this world inspiring others
not giving up humanity and still having much hope
and with sad tears that come from heartbreaks
when seeing human rights in danger of extinction
and separation and mistrust abiding between us all

but may twenty twenty six be a year with happy minds
when people wake up and stop demolish the Earth 
with artillery nonethics egocentrism and fear 
but instead grow gardens and let us breath fresh air 
may it be a year when we finish our unfinished business
without going any moment on the edge of burnout
so nothing holds us back anymore and we can be free
to live and love honestly with courage and just be
add peace to the world and not more mess
and do all things that will make others remember us
as kind and warm hearted when we will be gone
and think about this more often to stay present
so may twenty twenty six just be a big love year
or at least may twenty twenty six turn out fine 

from twenty twenty five I will remember
seeing the sun through the curtains
while talking about death and deaths
very kind friends meaningful friendships
and special talks about love wars ai
joy strings saints dark sides and dreams
how much surface the mind covers
and it expands in all directions
and how much the body shrinks
emotional hangover poetry love letters
disturbing honesty and loving kindness
balance power reality and brown bears
wide valleys and shiny stones in Ladakh
my favourite place this year on Earth
seeing most precious jewel His Holiness
with fifty thousand enthusiastic others
apricot kernels and sea buckthorns
and anything else from that magnificent land
a very special apple from a very special friend
banana fry and empty beach in south India
Serbia Berlin my mind in monastery in Nepal
silver tea and Swedish nonbinary weather
plain pink complete trust and support
taking Sven the mouse to church at night
muslim calls to prayers in loudspeakers
glitchy radio frequency and mind soaked
bliss when seeing empty seats waiting
for people to be open to look inside 
and wanting to not give up on anyone

have you ever been in between these wide valleys
of cold deserts shiny rocks sand dunes and blessings
in this dear pure land of high peaks and passes ladakh
have you ever been welcomed with such wide arms
by these most kind people who smile julley
to everyone from all sides under majestic glaciers
and offer masala chai and khambir in homestays
salty butter tibetan tea tsampa and dry yak cheese
in remote monasteries high up on the mountains
here where the highest peaks are pink at sunrise
and often simply disappear underneath the clouds
here where you can walk right below the sky
and play in the shadows of all puffy clouds
here where the ladakhi’s wool majestic dresses
carry centuries of history inside their huge pockets
and monks and nuns wear orange pointy hats like flowers

have you ever walked around the stupas
in this massive feast of lands of stupas
made of clay and filled with wishes
for complete world peace and harmony
stupas that symbolize enlightened minds
minds that all of us can develop at the highest peak 

here where you can retreat up in the hills
and think that your eyes belong to everyone
so you see and enjoy for everyone
all these wide fresh sublime spaces
and let them pervade you on the inside
here where mountains of rocks shine in the sun
and you find your childhood dream rocks
here in the land of rock carving statues
moonlands and snow leopard territories
here where yaks with long fur coats eat grass
and himalayan marmots play in the valleys
here in this land of dry air and so little oxygen
where the nose becomes ladakh nose
and the lungs don’t know what to do
in this land of breathlessness

here you have so much space
to think about what really matters
and how to take care of your mind and heart
to not let them become weak and tight
but spacious wise and bright
here you can find your favourite stupa
and wish to hang tibetan flags everywhere
to inspire everyone to grow warm hearts
here you make hearts with your body
and from here send love to everyone 

here in this land of high scary steep roads you can stay present
and you can detach a little bit from what keeps you unhappy
from the restlessness distress that lies in the background
here you can relax into who you really are
and your armpits can smell like saffron icecream
here you can become open simple and sincere
and wake up in the middle of the night to take the moths out
and develop compassion for them and wish them
to not hit the walls again and never ever suffer again

here you can think of change impermanence and death
when you see the valleys that seem to stay still forever
but drills and dynamite blast rocks to make new roads
to slowly unremote the most remote places
and where the street signs warn you of stone shootings
and where massive rocks block the roads
and you find ibex and yak horns on hikes
animals teeth broken skulls and others bones
and once in a while can smell the smell of rotten flesh
but you can use them all as tools in your mind 
so you stay present alive 

here you can also think deeply about your friends
who wish to be poets
but cannot see that they are already poets
speaking love poems in perfect verses 
and who swim in unknown and anxiety
but have infinite skills and vast possibilities in front of them
and who want to love and be loved
but cannot see that they have such huge hearts
and are love loved and loving in human form 

here you can constantly abide in the best wish ever
which is to not bring any more conflicts to this world
and instead to only contribute to the world peace 
and grow this wish huge in all directions for everyone 

here you can start to be open to many views
and turn your mind around and transform it
so it becomes so wide so it can contain many
many worldviews and be free of tightly holding on
on fixed idea or on anything

here you can see your mind much clearly
and develop the wish to grow it wide and far
to encompass the entire existence
and hold it dear at all times

o you most dear ladakh
you are such a vast shiny jewel 

thirty two times around the sun this life
under the monsoon and moonlight
the other day on thirty first late at night
so many times going around and around
inside my mind about what’s this life
how do i go around the sun and why
what do i carry underneath the sky

thirty two years in a flash of perception
a constant love for light and poetry
and a wish where the sunrays pierce the curtains
and cut wars dispel all conflicts everywhere
feed the hungry and demolish greed
and then bliss pours down on all things everywhere
and everyone and everything occur in verses
and the humankind is magnificently kind and loving
people open hearts and let me in to lay down there
no one minds if we didn’t talk or see in years
everyone knows that friendships live inside the hearts
so that’s where we all lay down in loving silence
it’s where we all dwell in peace and harmony
and we’re naked of concepts characters biases
and we always keep hope and joy inside of us
and are not afraid to pour them out around
and we lean our heads on each other gently
we breathe and listen to the song of our heartbeats
and we look long time at each other with full honesty
and are unafraid to love and let go and morph
and we are just there for each other
in a completely new way for all of us
inside all kinds of hearts and broken hearts
underneath the sky which should be blue for all of us
and we’re free to write and play songs in this way 
and make spontaneous poems out of every day 
so our thoughts become more elegant aligned
and if we are lucky sometimes in rhymes
all in an instant 

thirty two rounds of whirling with life
only wishing to love like rumi loves
and become chogyam’s perfect love poem
and carry only the sound of freedom
and one day speak in flowers not words
in all my walks around the sun
holding hands with all my friends

︎︎︎Our sky is not blue
آسمان ما آبی نیست (our sky is not blue!) - دختران برقع پوش

︎︎︎F. M. Kozlova's Veteran's Choir - Apple Orchard
Хор ветеранов им. Ф. М. Козлова – Яблонный Сад