Monday, November 25, 2019

India


Butterflies fall dead like
Leaves drifting in the
Winds of the thick
Yellow Himalayan air.

Drowning in layers of
Darkness - deep and
Black with the heaviness
Of fear - wakened only
By the sound of monkeys
Screaming in the night.

One voice penetrates
Every memory... Sound
Turning the world into
One bright blinding light
Guiding me back from my
Dreams of hell, repeating
Jai Jai Ma Jai Jai Ma.

Twenty days or Twenty years
One lifetime away
And every ocean on earth
Separating me from
MySelf.