Echoes in the mist

To the one who lived among the hills,

Unseen,

Now your voice has become an echo

In the distant mist.

You have gone

to other worlds on star-bright

Wings of snow,

To that far mountain

You call home, where white-

Throated swifts soar

In the shifting clouds,

Where silver chimes

Ring

In the rain-cloaked ravine

And deer nibble

In the frost-green

Stillness,

Where crowds

Of petals

Fall

From the nagalingam tree

In ever-present peace,

And the wind brings

Gales of blessings from across the wandering sea,

Where geese

Climb the sunlit stairway of the morning,

And the langur monkey

Sings lullabies to her children

In the foothills

Of times beyond times,

Where the Gods of the forest

Listen

In the dawn

To leaf-told tales

Of nevermore

And long before.

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