At Bodh Gaya

the indian stars
the wind drops
from dharamshala
pipal seeds
near the ramshila hills
i bathe
under moonrise
over the pradesh plains
the buddha form(ocean
condens'd to stone)
all is poised
white parrots
eat from mango trees
as the green world sleeps,
like the dew
on rhododendron flowers
i draw the night
and breathe your

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