Oh the brave one Just feel the Stones Ashes and Dust Do Decorate yourself and stand strong With these worldly delights Which are hardly noticed Do give them importance Just keep swinging in those tears The love and life of living kind The mass confusion We always long to see The pain of long heart wounds The memory keeps dripping in me The wounds the thoughts the tears The brave ones might go Away from the shores Of these ridiculed thoughts. Chant for me In silence and Solitudes As I stand Holding In my hands the sacred essence Of yesterday . When i touch the thousand folds of wrapped sacred scroll On the roof terrace of a sacred Confucius temple in the forbidden city I breathe in the smell of old Taoist Monks The fragrance brought from the scripts of old medieval empire of the Tibetan Monks only one fold as I touch in the morning dew I recall my humble existence and feel the river lijiang growing through my veins Oh the traveller of Sacred land Bow for me in the temple of your wisdom Chant for me in silence My Poem to Kapisa Janapa The chinese Pilgrim Hiuen Tsang 644 ad called this area KAI- Pi-Shi who travelled in old KALASH areas and saw Gandhara civilization......https://youtube/watch?v=sX3vNaqnkWc
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 08:03:59 +0000
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