JAALA
This great moment
Where the thrush and the owl
Meet each others calls
From where the yellow moon dribbles
Over mountain's silhouette
In cloud shape, just the way it isAs the sequestered love of night
Enters slowly into light
Without yawn or tire
To creep in smile with graceful fire
Of lasted slow ember
That glows
That which glows forever
And maybe this is Jaala
This beautiful flame
Without ever to smoulder
This beautiful place
Where the thrush and the owl
Sing their vows together
In blissful moments perfect peaceful surrender.