The haunting horror of Hovering hawks On cliffs. Scavengers patiently perched To let 'me' pass Rohtang, - The 'Dead Pass' - The Wasteland : Lahaul, Kaza, Kyelang; Where the half decayed lama In his Dhayana In his trance In a waste cave Might bless 'me' With half bleached bones And Hollows Of eyes with no lids.
The shrouds Fluttering Tied in strings White, red and green Dyed, Dried. Or the washed pajamas Of half woken Gods? Or the Buddha In a wasteland Half drowsed in Chaang Facing the dusty doors Of temples Susceptible to storms Casting an evil Drowsed eye Hypnotic eye On Wooden Haunting Devil masks - The trophies of the temples?
The prayer wheel Spinning endlessly With cymbals, In deep bass The rosaries humming Of the maroon - yellow Sturdy bald lamas Fed on gur-gur-chaa - Om Mani Padme Hoom - 'O Jewel of the Lotus' Which echo through the Yellow, red tassels Dancing To the muse of bells Of mules Gray and bay mules Wishing Ju-Le, Ju-Le To apricot Smelling Women With dark Wide Wrinkled Fore-heads Balanced On flat noses Tethered To ornaments On wrinkled faces Dancing In tune with Men In mock fights.
Hasten me To taste This wasteland To half drowse in Chaang.
Ki-ki, so-so, lha gyalo Oris I built to thy name.
Hasten me To haunt This wasteland To half die at Rohtang.
Let the Gods conquer Oris I built to thy name.
Feed me - Gur-gur-chaa. Knead me In beads of rosaries To half hum the prayers.
Om Mani Padme Hoom Oris I built to thy name.
Teach me To be taught To bleach My bones Half in trance. Kali shu Oris I built to thy name.
Flutter My robes Yellow and maroon. Flutter The flags The shrouds White, red and green. Make me Half alive Half dead And awake Two feet deep Beneath The ground.
Sit slowly Oris I built to thy name.
Hum, -Me- In prayer wheels. Om Mani Padme Hoom 'O Jewel of the Lotus.'
Kali Phe Oris I built to thy name.
Wave, -Me- In echoes - Of cymbals - Ju-le, ju-le. Until 'I' come Again.
Go slowly Oris I built to thy name.
- Arise In mock fights Dancing In tune - Hand in hand Of sensuously Wrinkled hands Of wrinkled women.
Kali shu, kali phe Sit slowly, go slowly Oris I built to thy name.
