D.Nyamsuren

How shall I sit cross legged in the lotus position, like Amitaba
How shall I dipict you in Buddha’s vision, like Amitaba
How shall I identify the secret of beuty by sign,like Amitaba
How shall I cover the woman’s waist with birchback, like Amitaba
How shall I pray to root tip in the land’s depth, like Amitaba
How shall I decorate you with nine precios stones, like Amitaba
How shall I imagine the woman who just come out the water and  sitting on its side, like Amitaba
How shall I understand that bird hissing and dog barking have same nature, like Amitaba
How shall I recognize that falling leaves of tree are my dream,like Amitaba
How shall I name the standing horse’s sleeping as an ocean reflux, like Amitaba
How shall I name the setus as an ocean impulsion, like Amitaba
How shall I become the joyfull melody by my body, like Amitaba
How shall I radiate alike the shining sun througt the door’s aperture, like Amitaba     
How shall I appear alike the peering moon througt the cloud’s split, like Amitaba
How shall I be silent,alike the flown away bird,like Amitaba
How shall I to hear the sound of my single falling hair, like Amitaba
How shall I survive for million years even the word freezes, like Amitaba
How shall I reach meanings of death rather than life, like Amitaba
How shall I be indifferent to the moth’s suicide caused by candle’s ligth,like Amitaba
How shall I not weep,when I face to my only mother’s death, like Amitaba
How shall I know one song kills another bee, like Amitaba
How shall I to understand one poem wastes another flower’s life, like Amitaba
How shall I to recognize the absurd and secret universe, like Amitaba
How shall I know there is no time,no space and no life