A beautiful starry night,
Story of a single soul, bit too happy,
To be here, to be home.
Between the days’ chaos left behind,
In the nights’ murmurs coming from the grasses,
Sleeping birds find their interlude.
Under an open sky,
Expanse of the green surrounding,
Idle mind, clouds going far.
Even in the mild wind
Tender boughs play an invisible music,
And feeling is faith restored.
Stories from memory,
Colourful flags of a distant place,
From attachments, a cessation of suffering.
Sitting in an extreme calm
Watching remnants float away in the stream of time,
What could have been washed away easily by rain.
In the myriad tests of life
This fear of loneliness is but a little thing,
And the smiling moon, a constant companion.
Seeing futility in contemplating paths ahead,
Peace in no knowledge of future.
Journeys that have been,
Reflections on my window are firmly painted,
Appearing on my forehead as wrinkles.
In the beauty of all things incomprehensible,
I only see reflected my own insignificance.
O’ Lord Buddha, with your affection lead me to wisdom.
I shall sing in your prayer, “ༀ་ཨ་ར་པ་ཙ་ན་དྷཱི༔“.