Thursday, May 30, 2013

Windstream

bar-headed geese fly
over Mount Malika

Aeolian prayers

wind carried longing for home
lush valleys, dancing cranes

my prayer flags whisper
please, please remember me

don't leave me in this cold

above Shiva's mountain
vast winds lift those holy geese

it is no small thing to reach
the peak of the earth

on a dream I might ride

the earth circling river
and remember my ancient wings

5 comments:

  1. This is lovely, Lorna. "on a dream I might ride // the earth circling river" is a beautiful image.

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  2. Absolutely gorgeous - the prayer flags, the peaks and, especially, "remember my ancient wings". Wow!

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  3. ...it is no small thing to reach
    the peak of the earth...

    And they do, those beautiful geese. A lovely nature poem.

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  4. Lorna, from the geese to your own dream wings, this is glorious. I fly a lot in my dreams, so I could see in my mind your voyage, and I hope your "ancient wings" (I'm thinking ancestral, not that you are old!) take you there. Peace, Amy

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