Osho's Garden, Nepal
The hall echoed with the drone of ecstatic chants and gongs,
‘midst a jungle of jasmine and red lilies.
Steep stairs of tread worn, silica-laced granite
and indigenous red brick meandered.
Yellow jackets buzzed,
and red-robed women with bound hair
and tightly laced hearts jumped rope like children.
Ornate caterpillars crawled fearlessly
among humanities most beautiful hearts;
as waterfalls fell in ecstasy.
Acolytes placed the earthly remains
of florescent black and turquoise butterflies on alters;
a tribute to the Garden Osho had grown.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2008
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