Moments

 

Cutting down the winter

the whetted chill

They walked down the mountain roads.

Wrapped in red robes, and

pure smiles.

And warmth

that they sprinkled as they smiled.

I climbed up

They climbed down.

Some shared glances-

I witnessed.

Some shared glances, my journal knows about.

Some glances, I will recollect 

in the times of my trouble.

Some glances that bring warmth

amidst the chilly mountains.

Up-

on the mountain peak.

The monastery awaits

The gong rings

The idol sits with a world full of life

Making sense to everything.

Everything that has caused sadness,

Everything that is yet to come,

Everything that is not present.

Little faces, with little tales

and simplest smiles,

lightens and brightens my simple lunch

and the rest of my life.