A hidden gallery
The colonnade of dreams
There lies a web of weathered life
A hallway on my left
Eight interlocking crypts
A massive red door is in sight
The doorknocker sighs
As if by magic… the tomb opens wide
“Come, I invite you
It’s time for a change”
Pagoda roofs, lots of precious stones
Stupa in the vault
A million pearls
Enveloped in flames
My heart’s beating fast
Red mists long for me
And my fate…
“Travel to the Himalayas
And bring back peace to Potala”
-BACK FROM INDIA
TO HIS HOME-
The scent of frankincense
Words like a monument
Majestic sculptures stare at me
How can this be real?
I’m just a little man
How should I solve this mystery…
The doorknocker sighs
A mausoleum full of dreams
He’s lived the Middle Way
For so many years
Away from his HOME