In Nepal rhododendron
bushes 90 ft. high
are cascading flower fountains
spilling down the holy
mountains
.. these hanging garden
garlands
obscure the entrance
to caves..
while other caves in these
hills
are silkscreened
in skeins of
spread fan cataracts
In these hills
the sacred silence
permeates even
newly arrived strangers
Everyone should read this poem and leave their comments behind. Wonderful and sacred!