The earth collapses into water, water collapses into fire, fire collapses into air, air dissolves into consciousness. - Tibetan Book of the Dead
I am a monk, I seek peace and harmony among all peoples. I pray in temple as the cold chilling presence of a armed soldier stands over me, waiting for me to mutter the names of banned holy people.
Holy writings, monasteries and nomads of the Himalayas living simple lives in the alter of the world. Living is a abstract term. Unable to speak my mother tongue upon pain of death.
Culture and history crushed under the machine of the oppressor, mixing garbage, holy books and dismembered skeletons and skulls of my brothers and sisters lay waste in the streets of Lhasa.
My homeland does not believe in violance, we do not have an army. We are a theocracy. Our faith is our constitution. Why is the world threatened by a people of peace? Are we a threat? I find I am unable to understand such reason.
I am a monk, I live in Tibet the Alter of the world. May we have peace.