i wore my robe and soft slippers
sipped mint tea
heard the wind outside my tent
harmoniously
ushering in the night.
i saw temples in the mountains
heavy stones beside my head
a thin mat on the hard floor
which i called my bed
comforting my soft soul.
i saw the prayer flags singing
snows deep within a high pass
wild goats with coats of heavy fur
searching for a blade of grass
growing cold in winter.
i saw the great wall moving west
sat in awe
felt the ground beneath my feet
move at the sound of a shepherd's call
and a new day begin.
