Vesak 4

The drapery of monks Yellow, amber, orange, saffron, The many colors akin to a full chalice of light, The cynosure of a night, while stars look like They could use a little attention, while the moon lets Eyes be drawn towards her, Just like a visiting child in the temple, Looking at a bald child … Continue reading Vesak 4

Vesak 3

The gratuity of a pandol, A spectacle in light, or a Dansal, Where they give ice cream, Or a whole meal. What has no price, No motive and no gain, As people flock, not just to fill their Famished tummies, also to be part of festivities, To be one with a celebration Of what is … Continue reading Vesak 3