Tibet
The mountains stand firm and form the cornerstone of the valleys. The fresh snow covers the mountains like freshly sift icing sugar. The great river bends and curves and rapidly flows downwards. In the mysterious valleys of Tibet are many unreached people living in their own secret ways.
The black spots on the mountains are the famous ‘yaks’ grazing and representing the Tibetan nation.
The chants of the monks echo in the distance returning empty.
The colorful prayer flags decorate the tips of the mountains and blow endlessly, remaining unheard.
The prayer beads move rapidly through their fingers leaving calluses of endless hours.
The wheels are turned repeatedly, spinning in a spiral, downwards.
They know the secrets of the mountains and are warmly dressed by nature. Their culture is narrowly rooted to earth; pure – unique.
Their search for approval is endless and like grass everything will fade even the high mountains.
Never have they heard the truth and very few know there is more to life than the spinning of a wheel.
Your word will last forever…
… so is my word that goes out from my mouth; It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.
