My teacher
Like a smooth breeze
He walks through the brilliancy
Of monks and mendicants
With folded hands, colourful robes,
And slight bows.
His inquisitive sharp eyes
Sparkle like the first rays of light
And catch the glimpse of tumult
Of anxieties and expectations.
He moves indifferently through them
With his unwavering state of mind
Of great compassion.
From his throne, he observes the crowd
And softly utters the words
"Right view is important"
And thus begins his teaching.
Suddenly, everything seems to resemble
The spring: colourful, fresh, and radiant.
9.02.2007
Chauntra
He walks through the brilliancy
Of monks and mendicants
With folded hands, colourful robes,
And slight bows.
His inquisitive sharp eyes
Sparkle like the first rays of light
And catch the glimpse of tumult
Of anxieties and expectations.
He moves indifferently through them
With his unwavering state of mind
Of great compassion.
From his throne, he observes the crowd
And softly utters the words
"Right view is important"
And thus begins his teaching.
Suddenly, everything seems to resemble
The spring: colourful, fresh, and radiant.
9.02.2007
Chauntra
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