The way they kneeled to the wall
A west boomed with their sadness
Beyond the gateway of India seas.
They kneeled to wall’s emptiness
In sadness that covered dark seas.
Here we read texts in old wisdom
In lips heavy with ancient tongue.
We have river-wet smooth torsos
With our sacred thread left to right.
Our words call down a tender sun,
Their sadness left to float in river.
In the snow hills ,the sadness hums
Like clusters of bees in a dark cave.
Their happiness is an ochre illusion
Celebrated for its essential sadness.
Quick lips hum like bees of sounds
While the fingers run on tiny beads
So as not to miss the prayer count.