In the Garden of Bodhisattvas
In the garden of bodhisattvas
The heart sings the rapture of trees,
Of gems from the earth,
Opening in effervescent
splendor and wonder.
A cacophany of suffering
Sings its siren's song
As the ground trembles
With the morning's first light.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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