Day is done
the last flying bird is back home
to her chirping chicks
overwhelmed by the earthly attachments
...
A priest in robe reads from a holy book
this disaster as well
will soon pass off precisely the same way
as did many in the past
...
The Himalayan Night
Day is done
the last flying bird is back home
to her chirping chicks
overwhelmed by the earthly attachments
The mesmerizing music of sheer silence
is buzzing in the ever-rainy dense forest
and the hubbub of everyday life has blissfully stopped
in the snow-whitened hamlets
dotted over the heavenly hillside
Sleeping children are up in the fairylands
cheerfully floating across the delicate fluff of clouds
for God has blessed them with sweet dreams
full of fairies full of flowers
In the scary reign of dark
the Himalaya appears to be a snow-crowned king
sitting calm, contentand stoic
like an enlightened Buddha in trance
Night is a dusky damsel
wearing a star-studded drape of darkness
and looking like an eerie enchantress
who frightens and fascinates at the same time