The Invitation

I know that I have no invitation to your sacred darkness..


But still I with an ecstacy of a conqueror and lostness of a traveller

Walked on..and on..

The ten horizons trembled..

The naked white lightning strucked..

A storm like thousand horses swept away all..

And at last like the first gift of a reincarnated soul..

I kept standing..

Standing alone..

Through the wet winds

Beneath that Buddhist monastery..

And just after midnight love came and kissed me..

Only the whispering shadows linger by..linger by..

As blessings of an unuttered song!