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Karma Dendup

Karma Dendup

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Karma Dendup serves as a TV host and Producer, for the Bhutan Broadcasting Service, BBS, and holds a bachelor’s degree in Cinema. As he says: “While my work is primarily to produce documentaries, for the past 5 years I have been hosting and producing a monthly program on Buddhism, which has now grown into a weekly show called the Jangchub Shing, The Bodhi Tree. I love and respect all religions, but stand sane and alive because of the Buddha Dharma.” Other LEVEKUNST articles by the same author.

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I LOST ME!!
I LOST ME!!
Losing it with deception, clouding my own false perception, believing my self-created occupation, Lost myself!! and I still don’t have a reason.
THIS MORNING THERE IS
THIS MORNING THERE IS
This morning there is sunshine, and the dew-drops sparkle with their share of light, the stream flows naked, and the air lies unmoved, there is sight in my eyes. This morning there are birds singing, and there is a breeze whispering angel songs, the stream chuckles dirt less, my footsteps fall light on the path, there is sound in my ears...
SOMETIMES …
SOMETIMES …
Sometimes I get mislead, The path or by my own head; Sometimes I cry, The truth or because of the truth of lies...
SADDENED BY SADNESS
SADDENED BY SADNESS
Sad it is to see, Sad it is to hear, Sad it is to not be able to free, Sad it is to seek, that which is but everywhere.
THIS SELFISH LOAD
THIS SELFISH LOAD
Philosophy and the Philosopher, Confusion and the Confuser, Words of wisdom, breaths of energy. Oh! The Philosopher lost within his Philosophy.
LET US NOT LET IT BE
LET US NOT LET IT BE
Let us not stop asking ourselves why we are here, Let us not pretend to be content without conquering our fears, Let us not give up our chances, Let us not foolishly act helpless blaming circumstances.
THE FLAVOR OF FOREVER
THE FLAVOR OF FOREVER
Okay let me pretend, let me begin, Let me again separate without and within, In an attempt to speak the truth let me become a liar, Lets once again try to define the flavor of forever.
THE BUDDHA
THE BUDDHA
The truth he transcended, And with it worldliness he ended, The garden of virtue he well tended, And became so alive that we seemed dead. He saw of what he was made, Or rather in truth “unmade”
YOU, ME AND WE
YOU, ME AND WE
Grace be you, Peace deceived you, Love enveloped you, Time consumed you, Hate destroyed you, Anger burnt you, Age wore you, Pain tamed you, Happiness faked you, Freedom invited you, Illusions showed you, Life lived you.
MY INVISIBLE THOUGHTS
MY INVISIBLE THOUGHTS
Nothing confirms to it’s existence, For where does it go in silence, My thoughts, my invisible thoughts, To give it existence so hard I fought. Not in my eyes or ears, Yet I was scared believing in fears; My thoughts, my invisible thoughts, As if visible so hard I fought.
CALL IT BEAUTY
CALL IT BEAUTY
Beauty just is, She was not, nor will be, Beauty is bliss, Lost in freedom for she is naturally free. Beauty is a kiss, Where you and me disappear into we.

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