Wednesday, September 16, 2020

MOUNTAINS - Acrostic Poem


Myriads of ripping rainbow tones

Orbit playfully around snow cones

Umbrage and rage can never stealth near

Never, as long as Buddha dwells here

Togas dance in the billowing breeze

And up here he meditates with ease

Ice cold snowflakes race with the wind's pace

Nirvana ablaze on Buddha's face

Smiling while the fresh frost is piling



2 comments:

  1. I have just read all the musings published in the blog so far.
    I enjoyed and encourage you to write many many musings.
    All the best.

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  2. I concur with Unknown. Lots of ideas here with plenty of promise. Your musings may be mini, but keep at it and they'll become maxi.

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