Thursday, July 26, 2007

Song of the Moon

G Mend-Oyoo

I dropped into my ink the rays of the silver moon.
And their quality shone within the shining picture of eternity.

I wove the rays of the storytelling moon onto the tip of my vision.
And I sewed my poem-children with a perfect silken thread.

I struck the crystal of the nephrite moon onto my hardened heart.
And, in the darkness, there streamed from my poetry rays of jade.

I placed my song of grace before the mirror of the wise moon
And my poem, with its shining soul, dwelt in the light of Shambhala.

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