"sangkha" poems
Out of madness came serenity
gliding barefoot
across potholed pavements
Swathed in saffron
folded cloth falling gracefully
over peaceful form
Shaven scalp
beatific countenance
eyes cast downwards in respect
Alms bowl held to chest
accepting of all given
accepting if nothing given
Radiant
Present
Awake
A lesson in motionless motion
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC
All the days keep falling away.
Ever since you left me that day.
Winter is coming,
and I don't know where I'll stay.
The cold is showing,
I don't know how I'll wake from this
sleep.
I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
I think I'll wander in the morning
'til I can't no more.
Winter is coming,
and I don't know where I'll stay.
The cold is showing,
I don't know how I'll wake from this
sleep.
I thought I saw you on an airplane in the sky today.
Wondering where you're going, why you've gone away.
Winter is coming,
and I don't know where I'll stay.
The cold is showing,
I don't know how I'll wake from this
sleep.
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 9:59 PM UTC