Istituto Lama Tzong Khapa Online Learning Center

It is becoming chilly. Footsteps are being made on the meadow by winter. The sun that enters this wood is a source of whiteness! One might see milk-colored maidens dancing on orchid petals. Our sun burns so coldly! On this day, one imagines that the sun resides atop a snow-capped mountain and that its beams of light are shards of snow road. She may be described as a lady wearing an eye-blinding garment made of winter frost. I've been crippled by helplessness. My legs are tired from wandering.