Wednesday, 24 August 2016

Retreat to Buddha's Boma


I meander the labyrinth and

Words meander in my mind

Peace – tranquillity fills my soul.

As the silence mounts

I can hear the silence

Then the distant chirrups start.

Soon alternating patterns

As bird calls to bird

A gentle deep wooden tone

Invades bird songs -

Buddha’s wind chimes.

And then a cacophony of sound

As the Ibis take fright

They fly vocally overhead

Breaking the peace

I re-enter reality.

Buddha's Boma
(c) Vera Alexander

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