Where Do Dragons in Bhutan Hunt?

Cold and loneliness
are in the room,
snow outside
with paw prints

All light bulbs unscrewed,
neither love nor
the electric bill
can not be seen
in television’s flicker light

The electric heater is off,
snowflakes lugubrious
paw prints gone

In television’s flicker light
she sees valleys
rice fields, swamp
jungle,
sees a tiger lunge
watches deer in dense leaves,
seizes a moment to
witness a Himalayan climb
peeks at peaks;
all these
she has seen
on TV

Now she wants
an automated
computerized
rice cooker

With a better job
beyond Thimpu,
perhaps she
can get this and more —
see a movie about dragons who
watch soap operas and speak Hindi

she
meditates upon
sad weekends
awaiting inspiration

Walking in the snow
she goes to work
to work on herself
inside

The snow is melting
and she is
warming
inside

Without a light bulb
or a rice cooker
she will return
when the snow falls
in Thimpu again
to dance
in the snow
with a lover
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

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Blue Sheep In Bhutan

Have I sinned
to love snow leopards

I have heard
rock-and-roll
and blues too

Scampering up cliffs
blue sheep make me cry
freezing to hide

Snow leopards
must eat —
I will not look

Kayaking down the Mochhu
I see only splash
only sky

Blue is clean
red I deny

Prayer flags on the mountain
let me be of slate color
hiding my friends

Can I sing the blues
in the sorrow of the lamb
with only wool to give
in cold comfort, or

must I be the tiger
to growl at my hunger
to dominate
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

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Torn By Love

Meager is the cry
of the baby, but
I have tried
not to tear
your torn tissues,
must ask your permission.

Grandmother,
I search for an amulet
to bring you
to soothe you. My
being is torn.

A girl of charm
not of tradition
is in my life, but
I am torn
by love
by being

Grandmother,
I do not wish
to be a tear of the eye
to streak a bloody torn cloth.

I am torn
by love
by being

Though meager was my cry
when you lost your daughter,
I have tried to be a prayer
for you and
for your daughter

Born of your
cries and screams
I pray

Grandmother,
you are
my precious Mother.
What charm may I bring you?

May I pray
for your daughter?
I wish I
had known her,
not caused
her death
though meager was my cry

I am torn
by love
by being.

Meet me
as I am
with gifts
with meager charms.

Grandmother,
there is a girl
who wishes to be
a woman with me.

I am torn
by love
by meetings.

I pray in
many ways
we will all
grow together,
born into love
with your blessings.

Grandmother,
cry me into life
beyond tradition.

I am torn
by love
by meetings.

Meet me
and her, your
new born-in-law, for

Loud and thunderous
is the cry of happiness

Join us in the rain,
Grandmother

—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

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Drop Apart

Lucky to be
a drop
and not
the ocean

I shall be
in a cloud
for you, for
better a plink
on a cheek
than a washout

Would we want to be and know everything all at once? I think we draw boundaries around pieces of “everything”. The part of us that is the observer can not observe itself at any given moment. To be anything is to not be the whole. To be the whole is to be nothing(not individual).
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)

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