Thursday, January 29, 2015

Northern Thailand

Unfamilar birds call
Incense wafts
Butterflies dance
Monks chant
Leaves float softly to the ground 
Goats trim the banana tree
The sacred mountain 
stands guard over me
While my body gently sways 
for hours
in the green hammock
Rocking me like a child 
Profound peace 
permeates 
Every cell
Of my being

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