Voyaging

 

Black pearl of the lake at night

boat divides the surface

incidentally

as if traversing satin sheets

darkness breathes in starlight

then exhales

the sounds that spheres produce high in the  sky

similar to when fingertips

barely touch a glass half filled with wine

only like an echo will resounds

from the infinity inside the blackness

of the oval pearl

two tiny ripples trailing from the bow

swim across the water

just acknowledging

now they appear to come and go

and yet

are always nothing but water

merging into water

thus

c Choyin Dorje 2018