I have lost my old friend from india

This pristine and educated nun I cherished so much

For my crazyness is loud and unsubtil

and her world is devotion and prayers and aspiration

My crazynes was a sore on her monthly life

All this crazy correspondance

Few people find it entertaining to tell you the truth

Most dont

But the dream of india occupied my spirit for two decades

Amd I visited temples

And went to pujas, played the horn, brought offerings

Went to teachings

I have always loved it out east for living in a city,

there is always a temple somewhere for buddhism

Many tibetans