A monk and his love

A love letter to my love part eight

My beloved Yeshe

My teacher my soulmate my pet.

After the dinner you gave me, you took me out for martial arts training and said that my weapon for self defence was going to be the boa staff like yours. We play fight for a while and when the moon came out we were soaked with sweat. The nights were getting warmer I remember. And we saw eachother in the moon light.  We practice for a little more but stopped when I saw your face in the moonlight. I just wanted to kiss you right then and there. But I heard from the other monks snickering and saying that I was a pet and not a lama. When one of the called me a she-lama you got angry and punched one of them in the stomach. You said for me to wait in your quarters until you come back. I walked slowly then I heard the Abbott yelling at you and you calling him a yack fucker! Trouble again. I ran back and looked the door of our quarters and locked the door. I change from the sweat soked robes to fresh ones, took a book and hid in the closet.  I was reading and was focused on the book until I heard "F- this" And "F-that". Then I crying. I made an effort that you won't notice the crying. Then the closet door opened it was you... fear came through me. But the kind eyes said a mouth full.

"I am for you seeing that pathetic site, my love," you said. I wanted scream in fear but you held out your hand and said, "let me make love to you!?" I hesitated but took your hand. I was thinking that we were going to make tantric love. You first coupled with me normally for a while then you said that I make a bridge and you opened my robes and ran your tounge and mouth from my womanhood which you made love to and then all the way up to to my mouth. You sat down yogi style and I lowered my self to sit on your lap facing you. I closed up my robe and kissed you   I rolled my hips against your hardness got you excited. I started to stroke your smiling face and started to kissing. You kissed back and pushed your being against mine. I didn't know that this was the last time we made love for the next few months. We fell asleep on the rugged floor. You kissed my lips and said good night to me.

The next morning after the wonderful night. I woke up finding not you but a note in your writing saying....

My lovely Nebo

I am sorry to say this but I have to cut myself off from this place because of all the recent events that araised. I am saddened that could not bring you, my love. But I have to have to go to the land of Qin and have some solitude. These does not reflect you. My Nebo you are a wonderful and loving person. Loyal and compassionate. I love you. We are one. I will return in months time and will bring books from qin translated in Tibetan for you. Stay strong love darling.

Yeshe Tsang

I couldn't believe what I was reading. I grow upset and wrote a note saying...

My Yeshe

forget that you ever met me. Loved me. I need to leave this town. Don't go looking for me!!!

Lama Nebo Tsang.

I took my boa staff and my belongings and left. The abbot of the monastery begged me not to leave on orders of Lama Yeshe. I told him to that I was going to find our daughter and leave mustang.  And stormed out.   I dressed in women's fashions and took makundra back for the convent. Bought makeup and a wig and changed my name to Poppy. I told the nun that I was going to Ladak to be a dancer and to send a message if Yeshe comes back of course I was lying. I then changed makundra's name to min. And walked a long way until I saw prayer flags and a Sherpa village. I became a dancer and Min and I leaved in squalor in a small room with one bed. I unpacked the thanka and prayer flags and put the books near the bed so could read them.   The next day I treated my self to eye catching clothes and baby clothes for min. In the day I was a street dancer and at night a prostitude in order to support our daughter and I.