Fire swords conquer enemies
Fine brushes win hearts.
My blade has let history be,
Instead I have seized my brush.
MOTHER TEA AND CALLIGRAPHYThis poem was written in dedication to renowned calligrapher D. Battumur, and highlights his unique philosophy around calligraphy. The late Battumur f...
WHEEL OF TIMETime comes flying, flying in
Time leaves flying, flying off
In my mindless wandering, time comes flying in
Babying the brown steppe, Mother Earth engorges
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THE MOON RISES OVER AN OLD TEMPLEWhen the moon rises over an old temple,
its fleeting rays gild the ancient finials.
The wind grieves across the holes of the bamboo flute,
brings the sadness...
SADNESS AND COMFORT AT AN OLD TEMPLE…When I awoke in the light of dawn, the wind was stronger and the air cracked cold and moist. The rain was far away, and the sky was clear. There was a l...
A Melody Heard in the Mongol ScriptAfter I had come back from Civitella, we were Facebook friends. I was looking once at a picture which Felipe had posted of his study at home, and on the wall ne...
The Holy OneG.Mend-Ooyo's new novel, The Holy One, tells the story of the nineteenth century poet, educator and spiritual teacher, the Noyon Hutagt Danzanravjaa (1803-1...
Extract from The Holy OneThis desert we speak of is a highly secretive place. The wisdom of antiquity cannot outsmart it. This desert we speak of, though we see it, its yellowed borderl...
WRITTEN ON THE CEILING
Fire swords conquer enemies
Fine brushes win hearts.
My blade has let history be,
Instead I have seized my brush.
How the Flames of Gal Blazed ForthDuring our time as students in the 1970s, our close group of friends created the Gal group based around our common interest in poetry, and it is true that we, w...