Stupa Poems - Poems about Stupa

...Birthed from the central river of holy kings The court city guarded by stone rings A marriage of light and might Its stupa shone bright With divine Light As life's sign A heart of dayli......

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...I hail thee ruins of Indus Vale! With scented rhyme, with scented gale Come on from world of mortal dead! O come and lively wind inhale! More ancient than the pyramids That rule on ancient Eg......

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...Sotoba Komachi is a modern Noh play by Yukio Mishima (1925-1970). Mishima's play is based on an ancient work by Kan'ami Kiyotsugu (1333-1384). The first kanji means "stupa" (the dome of a shrine) while the second kanji means "belle" or "beautiful woman." So the title may be interpreted as something like "Beauty's Shrine" or "Shrine to Beauty." Kan'ami was the fir......

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...You bring me The elegance Your exquisite Calm me down You nurture the Fields of mine You make my People full of bliss You stand for My security at night Alongside the moon You tak......

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...Walking on the sandy yard… Protected from the burning sun by the shelter of the Bo leaves…rustling: Dancing in the wind. Stray dogs walk about; in this place like heaven. Ponies graze under the......

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...Pilgrims and vagrants throng its Ghats Beggars, seers and mendicants all, Shrill peal of bells, the chant of hymns And waters holy do enthrall. Shiva’s trident nudges the soul The Dhamak Stupa......

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...The hillock, the bell The swept terraces The swept minds. The white wood hall The reflecting pools The reflecting minds. The weedless gardens both in brain and curtilage. The temple gro......

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...wishes for a soft landing I bought a Pashmina in a a tight little shop in Lhasa; the scarf was soft as feathers. It was woven in Kashmir by skilled artisans with peaceful faces. I walke......

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...Hands brush Against Spinning prayer Wheels Gentle wishes Drift among snap-happy Tourists Who Forget This moment Joyful children dodging Wandering priests Met by Disapproval ......

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...Early morning A kit of poet pigeons fly In pursuit of metaphors They turn around Swoyambhunath Releasing deep breathe out of anxiety, Facing noble eyes of that stupa They discuss something, ......

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...My name is Devi, a foolish name really for it means Angel, and I certainly am not. The city of Phnom Penh had been our home, father was a professor at The Royal University. I was their only child. I ......

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