Meditations

 

The mountain’s morning chill

Resounds with temple bells

Calling us to ourselves

Wherein the spirit dwells

 

Old monks chanting prayers

Nuns saying rosaries

In dark candlelit rooms

Calming their troubled seas

 

Alone in wooded hills

Winds speaking through the leaves

A soaring eagle’s flight

His worldly past he leaves

 

A lover’s gentle touch

Needing no answers why

Sharing the setting sun

And starry midnight sky

 

These ancient rituals

Transcending time and space

Weave an understanding

That words cannot replace

 

Apart yet together

We seek a separate peace

It forms our common bond

A search to never cease