Supreme Delight

Feb. 12, 2011

The soundless owls startled into flight

Circle the banyan and return to rest

In the hollows sculpted from the living branch.

It is the fruiting season and the figs

Draw flocks of parrots, mynah birds and more

To feast and laugh and raucous, celebrate

The season of the plentiful delight.

We sit beneath the tree and meditate

As bits and pieces fall upon on our heads,

We who would be free of the bonds of night

And with each breath inhale supreme delight.