Nargakot Morning

First rays on emerald, stepped hillsides,
Babbling brook at my side,
Wind swishes through bamboo groves,
And peach tree shivers in delight.
Roosters call to each other across the land, farmhouse to farmhouse,
And birds sing in jubilation.
Chrysanthemums sway in a dance of living,
And mist creeps through alpine valleys.
On this morning, the mountainside
Awakens slowly to warm caresses of dayπs soothing breath,
and in audience of majestic Annapurna,
The mountain exhales.

Mike Ishii
Brooklyn, New York, USA
(reprinted from the newsletter of the Bowery East and West, New York RC Community)

(Present Time No. 110, January 1998)


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