Why should I care what others think of me,
I could die this very moment and be reborn as a bee,
Since now not being able to meet up with such a Great Master,
At least making a connection is some sort of a plaster,
Since being confused, stupid and very blind,
Thus having the wish to clean this awful and blurry mind,
Writing a poem could actually be my single only option,
Hoping that in the future I will be accepted as his adoption.
by Kim Lodrö Dawa – 30th January 2019