Friday, January 2, 2009

His Compassionate Eyes

Into the four directions
Here is where
You wait for me
Endless and unwavering
Prayers carried on the breeze
One long rope
Snakes smoothly up and caresses Boudha’s cheek
I see the sheet slip from your shoulder
Omnipresent one
Soon, I will return to you
My love
Your eyes beckon me
Beyond time and matter
No veil can part what is
-Butternut Squash
(This is a picture of Swyambu, but the poem was written at Boudanath stupa in Kathmandu, Nepal.)
Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun! O I will luve thee still, my Dear, While the sands o' life shall run. - Robert Burns

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