The misty mountains of the Himalayas
invading my thoughts -
Little train descending the slope from Darjeeling,
delivering tea to my cup as I ponder jazz in the moonlight.
Dreams of the Buddha -
City flying past bus windows,
Red apples - Japanese ceremonial,
Smells of tea pervading the room,
Dreaming of a girl at night.
The smell of smoke
On a spring morning
The delusion of time, dreaming,
Desire controls!
Religion -
forced upon weak minds in the street -
All within the void.
Through the floorboards music thuds -
Television draining consciousness
Endless hours spent searching
-wasting away.
Warm comfort of friendship
Evident in sunny days of rainfall
-is this it?
Sketches of the beyond
Adventures unheard of
Mandala in the gravel
Yab-Yum, spirituals
Girl with flowing red hair,
Her beauty unmatched...
Drinking from warm cups
in the company of like-minded 'angel-headed hipsters' -
It's all the same old void.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem