Who Washes the Dalai Lama's Robes?

Who Washes the Dalai Lama's Robes?

A Poem by Luna Tique Fringe

 

In the florescent glow,
I was given a sign~

 

NO ATTENDANT ON DUTY

DO NOT OVERLOAD THE MACHINES

 

Between cycles and Turkish cigarettes,
I meditated on the parallels of laundry and life

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Luna Tique Fringe


Author's Note

Luna Tique Fringe
Critique, suggestion welcomed.

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WOAH. Sorry... no critique or suggestions coming. Just an open-jawed awe of your mastery.
~bowing down.

Namaste.

Posted 15 Years Ago


I've had that same meditation. Robert Fulghum has too. I enjoyed your version, though, so succinct and zen-like.

Posted 15 Years Ago


hmm. this was was a perfect mixture of spiritual experience and trivial everyday's moments. loved it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


This was funny and insightful at the same time. I enjoyed reading.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Luna Tique Fringe
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I'm back after the debacle..the bad taste has faded. Those of you who knew me when will find my writing a bit more edgy than before.. but I haven't abandoned my softer side.. I hope to represent bo.. more..

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