Chants. Reflected off gold spires.
Swirling incense.
The prayer wheel.
Sangham sharanam gacchami.
Shuffling footsteps
A silent march.
The golden mean. The six fold path
Sangham sharanam gacchami.
Bowed ochre, the crack on wood on bone
Thudding boots on paved stone
Shots zip overhead
Sangham sharanam gacchami.
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/09/26/world/asia/26cnd-myanmar.html?hp
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4 comments:
very nice :)
lovely!
esp liked the line..
Bowed ochre, the crack on wood on bone
You are such an amazing and talented poet!
Wish I could write the way you do!
Thanks so much for the visit, the link and for supporting the monks!
ricer, mystic, bookclover: ty, generous words.
sometimes one has no choice but to write.
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