When I feel profoundly lonely, even among those who love me, And I fly over a deep abyss with wings painfully expanded – Quan Shi Yin quickly rises into the air, Because her thousand eyes have spotted me up in the sky. Tactfully she invites me in
The Himalaya gleaming can be seen from Katmandu the smog has cleared away - it’s gone, the dust, the grime, the humans too, it’s all gone quiet on the street the dogs are asleep in the sun that shines in the clear air above now the cars and planes have gone.
Laying down on startled grass.
I imagine the trees talking in spurts.
They say this is my home undaunted,
Survival depends on the rains.
Yet, you'll not lay down near me when my soil(soul) is wet.
Yet, I say I do not abandon you.
I simply get too flo
A finger pointing at the sky. Do you know the reason why? Do you want to live or die? Do you hear the people cry? When they come to sing “Hallelujah!”, riding in the voodoo Sin Street car, waves come crashing on the harbour bar, you’ll be swinging on the P