The mountains are always
Electrified my imagination
Like sentinels they stand protecting land
Keeping the secrets yet to come on light
Tibet ,the fabled land I want to meet you
The wisdom of past generations waiting to discover
Monks in the orange robes prostrating in the stillness
Counting the mala beads while reciting mantras
So peaceful , state of mind is clear like air
I wonder what they thinking bowed on cold ground
Embossing Love,Unity and Understanding
No harm be done to animals or people
Wish more of us would adapt such conduct
I do not talk about praying(is personal to everyone)
No ,is way we live permeating planet with a hate
The world is tumbling down under heftiness of our crimes
I seen Tibetan monks in Manhattan
The children of the mountains innocently smiled
Awed,bowed now before sky scrappers ,metal shepherds
Surprise,surprise I recon,the open mindedness ingrained in milk
Even when one was born and bred ,surrounded by
Wondrous titans in perpetual silence
by Margaret Gudkov
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