Dawa Tseka 10-24-2003
It is dawn. Lama calls me outside, “You come and see my favorite moon!” He takes me outside. I am barefoot and the cold ground bites at my heels. It is crisp and the frost sparkles in the morning light. I can see my breath. He points up to the clear blue sky. There is a sliver of the moon, like a perfect U. “This kind of moon is very special. When you see this moon, then you must imagine that the moon comes to touch and decorate your top knot, OK? This is called the dawa tseka.”
“It looks like the Chandra in the HUNG,” I say. He nods.
Vanishing Point 