her small hands
touching the temple bell –
an imprint of innocence
© Anmol (HA)
the gong vibrates at dawn
monks light joss sticks and candles
ritual prayers
echo through the air
she listens calmly
among the ancient trees
a single ray of light shines
who is the lady
she never names her name
though she walks with all
familiar but nameless
companion to one and all
visiting all
she makes her presence felt
leaving her imprint
the temple bell now tarnished
these white hairs have grown overnight
another year gone
she walks on another path
touching one and all
© G.s.k. ‘15
Written for Ha’s birthday – Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Heeding Haiku with Ha!
