His poem makes me cry because I recognize his feelings. When your Teachers are gone then you feel that you are not home any more anywhere ... although they are with us constantly at the same time.
TK, Tsem Tulku has a complicated story, that I would like somebody to tell in detail. I know fragments, quite moving too.
Although born in a very high family he ended up being for some reason an adopted child. He lived with his parents in New Jersey, United States, close to Khensur Rinpoche Lobsang Tharchin´s center, Rashi Kempel Ling. I think that he had been somehow recognized already as a Tulku. Apparently he used to run to Rinpoche´s place, and Rinpoche was forced to tell him that he had to go back home, because his parents didn´t want him to go to the temple. So he would go, and then come back and leave a little bunch of flowers at the doorstep of that great Lama, that he considers his first Teacher. He probably run out of home at fourteen or so, and some time later he found Zong Rinpoche ... the rest we can see in those pictures, and read in that poem.
Very touching indeed, thank you.
