Ghosts of Qianku
In the large nation that nests
The Azure Dragon that now rests
There is a town with no pests
Where ghosts slain by the dragon rests
Who were angels of light sent
Linger and worship to the present
Within the sun’s sight so bright
In accordance with the moon’s light
These ghosts wear clothes of pure white
To mourn for those trapped in life’s night
Who will be reborn again
Till they see the living Mani’s zen
In the Sunlight Buddha’s beams
And the Moonlight Buddha’s dreams
Ghosts worship these twins in teams
Once knowing that these twins were streams
That carried souls from nightmares
To their living family who cares
Within the Buddha Mani’s will
According to the moon’s skill
No blood of flesh is to spill
No flesh is used to get a fill
These ghosts eat only things grown
From what the sun’s light has kindly sown
In the Buddha’s light so nice
And in their ancestor’s advice
Ghosts that roam the rivers and ice
Eat only three bites of white rice
In memory of the meals
They all once welcomed and how food feels
In incense smoke to ponder
Where the dragon breathed much thunder
These spirits do not wander
Into other realms and maunder
In the large nation that homes
The Azure Dragon that now roams
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment