SoulReserve

Trancendence

Monk man
With hair tied in knots,
for all the distraction it brings,
Walking a tight rope,
that is pulled between the valley;

Man God
Absorbing meaning from,
all things beautiful,
Traveling, like a race were on,
finding;

Chanting through cracks,
in the mountain walls,
Dim lit resonating songs,
of wonder in this life and beyond;

Calming, collecting the sweet nectar
of everlasting;

Immortal Buddha
The orange of his halo,
Meditating through souls,
Pure gold,
Behind closed eyes that look into everything;

And as I leave, my memory is of
colorful flags waving on the face of the Himalayan white peaks.

© soulreserve 2015

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