there is a sacredness
in the mountain
as it reaches up to heaven
humbly carrying spirits
in their last leg in reincarnation realm
they are in the trees
in the stones, in every path
in zero thought meditation
to severe desires, umbilical cord
that attach them to pain, suffering
their endeavour throws
a holy presence
and sits in a spot in your core
you would attribute only
to the Sacred One
the mountain's fresh and minted breath
mersmerises, and seeps
through the physique -
a foretaste of nirvana
the trees are the highest
in reincarnation realm
not a sound as they trumpet
their way up the mountain
carrying the Sacred One
higher than the mountain
its hands and finger all
all ready to embrace him
they pass all his tests -
slash it, chop it, burn it, skin it -
they stay calm and quiet
resigning themselves to fate -
proving that they have renounced
all earthy desires
the bodhi gained enlightenment,
took pity and and shared it with Buddha
as he pined at its feet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem