A Poem by Tsoltim N Shakabpa
Adam Yauch
Walked the talk
A free spirit was he
As free as he can be
He was a gentle soul
Freedom was his goal
Freedom of the mind
He did truly find
Freedom of the soul
Climbed the celestial pole
Freedom of the body
Saints he would embody
And freedom for Tibet
To get he was dead set
He was all in one
And shone like the sun
The light is gone now
But someway somehow
We must follow the light
And carry on his fight
Copyright: Tsoltim N Shakabpa - May 4, 2012