I am sleeping
But my eyes are wide open
I am typing
But my fingers are stiff
I am singing
But my lips are still
I am drinking
But my throat is dry
I am listening
But my ears are deaf
I am walking
But my destination is far
I am dancing
But my muscles are dead
I am seeing
But my eyes have cataract
I am strong
But my heart is light
I am kind
But my compassion is weak
I am homeless
But my Tibetanness will never die
*Wrote on the Friday night of March 23rd 2012 while Facebooking with DTL. I wrote this in a couple of minutes.
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