The Year Of The Wood Horse.2141 Poem by Amala Comer

A shaft of light
passing over horizons
where majestic peaks once stood,
A landscape changed in face alone,
The heart beat still felt
by those who listen.
Do not fear this imagery
that now appears.
The cost is high
in common currency
but beyond this madness
of China's dream,
A new hope will be seen,
Dharma, hand in glove with mankind,
Rebuilding the walls
of decency,
of kindness,
of human dignity.




15th Feb.2014