tibet will be free

from the amnye machen kora - crossing the pass, following a muddy rut, it seems like at any second the whole world might explode, all around me writhing dark clouds, crashing thunder, flashes of lightning...soon I'm swallowed alive into the depths of the storm, pelted by hail, snow, then rain until my hands are numb. As quick as it comes, it goes, and I'm left cold and drenched, awash in afternoon's low light. Clouds swirl about amnye machen's silent snowy peaks, and I continue.

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