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It is time to evoke the love that was concealed
in the rust of wrath, hatred and the fear you created,
for I see beauty in every heart that beats
and every mind that thinks.

Just open your eyes wider and try to see what I see,
there you will see green, you will see flowers,
the birds and everything so beautiful
and that is not a dream.

You wander a while in the midst of woods
and lean on the grasses so green,
see the sky so blue and hear the sound you have long forgotten,
the chattering of birds, the buzz of bees and the gentle blow of wind.

It is the world you came into, the world you saw with the vision
of innocence and purity, fading away with time so cruel.
The world you left behind to accept the paths
made of mischief, lies and heartlessness.
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Dawa Dhundup

Dawa Dhundup

We don't read and write poetry because it is cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine law business engineering : these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry beauty romance love - these are what we stay alive for. - Dead poets society. My thoughts are neutral towards thing I don't understand, like religion. I find it very complicated. I am a simple Buddhist in a state of constant learning and trying to practice the basic Buddhist philosophy of being compassionate, kind, and peaceful. And I strongly believe in Karma. I believe Buddhism is a philosophy of life and not a religion.

Photos by Juan Fernando Yeckle, Peru.

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