i had to go to the library today. i walked through the park to get there. the sun was out but it was freezing and the wind was aggressive. i cut it right in half. a diagonal slice. along the way i touched the trees. i would reach up and run my fingers along the branches. i close my eyes and feel the bark, learning a whole new language. i like to touch the things i pass. trees, fences, telephone poles. it's getting to know my surroundings. it's learning them and learning from them. i want to know my territory by heart. blindfold me, set me free. i'll show you places you've never seen.

Around Mayadevi Temple (Circa)
Surrounded by pillars of our age
Cultivated with reminiscence of a
graceful child and his mother
Smiling ruins reflecting the history
A child of destiny who stepped in
with his seven birth steps over lotus
A tribute from Ashoka,
Cylindrical pillar inscribing his regards,
To the one who chose world enlightenment
over easy royal luxury,
To the one who turned him knight of peace
from emperor of wars.
No Shoes Allowed Inside
Leave your turbulence and rush out the gate
The chanting of mantras will cool down your hot head
The cameras of tourist will bring smiles to face
And at reflection on sacred pool,
Where Mother Mayadevi shed down her motherly sorrows
Over the transformation of Beloved Prince to Holy Buddha,
Let you find the lost purpose in ripples of calmness
The place where Sidhhartha played as child
and grew up to be Light of Asia
Nurture again the true purpose as for being Human
For Peace , For harmony, For Love
As you nap under revitalizing shades of Peepal trees
Inhale today, the air that whistles your resolves
Inside garden of peace, Around Mayadevi Temple