In my opinion, a monk-or, broadly speaking, a man of practice-is not forbidden to talk about love or write love poems.
People who really practice (especially Buddhism here, not Western Christianity) fear Buddha, heaven and earth, and everything in the world; They love life in nature, and they also love the beautiful feelings and happy life in the world-in a broad sense, everyone loves beautiful things, even God (if there is a God).
This kind of love is not profane because of awe and piety, but heavy because of tolerance and dedication. It is pure and profound, it transcends the body, the soul and the secular utility, that is, it is mainly spiritual.
Reading Cangyang Jiacuo's poems will help people to improve their spiritual realm and appreciate the sacredness of love. Today's secular world, love has been destroyed beyond recognition. Reading Cang Yang's poems may help us to wash our hearts.
The lyric hero in the original poem silently sticks to love, but does not cross the line. I don't know if this has anything to do with his identity as the Dalai Lama, but this persistence makes people feel sad. The silent confession like unrequited love makes people understand the sacredness of love, and perhaps the true meaning of love-selflessness and dedication to each other.
I don't know what kind of life experience this leader of Tibetan Buddhism has had, let alone his true emotional experience. I can only say that he is a man of practice who understands feelings. "Goodness is the immortal bone, and affection is the Buddha's heart."
Hearing this song, I immediately thought of these two sentences, which may be good. His untimely death not only makes people regret, but also adds some mysterious colors to it.