People and Places – a poem (Jhomolhari, Bhutan)

April 2, 2013

the place I see is special; a block of stone or wending path built by many hands or feet.   and in my dream, I dream of this: a vibration, scent or residue, from pasts that are long lost.   till when I wake the dream takes shape, wrought of violence, longing or regret: the […]