quiet flows from
the mandala valley 
resting below sacred mountains.

dakas & dakinis play hide & seek,
through green sage & pinion they peek.

goddess tara watches and smiles
with love at such antics and wiles.

red robed figures move silently as one
quiet through mist before the sun.

dew from midnight’s cool desert rain 
giving desert growth a new green refrain.

a new day peers over the tall east wall
to shine on the new morning call. 

so it begins ---

gate, gate
gone, gone ---

to the golden temple before
for meditation to explore
empty minds to find compassion 
in an infinite deep silent ocean.

gate, gate 
paragate
parasamgate
bodhi svaha

gone, gone, gone to the further shore ---