Meditation In Tawang Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

It was just like last night, as a city-bred
When I got the fortune of a dark sky
To gaze at, I could place only Venus,
Jupiter, and Cassiopeia, nothing else.

Nevertheless, I am not sad or disappointed,
I am learning to content myself
To practise what I preach in discussion
Of Upanishads, the Buddha or Lao Tzu.

Around Tawang, Jumli Ado, Junior Engineer,
My guide tells me there are 150 ponds:
The frog has jumped into the old pond,
Plop! - nothing but Himalayan silence now.