Wednesday, December 29, 2010


I am an alien
in a world without words
weighed down by the quiet
staring blankly into the obscure

As light breaks the cordon of vagueness
and a radiant blood bathes ice--capped summits
crowned with dangling cloud-tufts
I search for syllables

The careless breeze
the flutter of a pheasant passing overhead
the chime of a distant monastery gong
pronounces the lull

A monk opens his thoughtful eyes

A poet starts scripting his verse
under unsullied azure

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