31) Prayers

Prayer

A river runs

On the chalky quartz field

Through Hintha Pyada

Through trembling flakes of gold

Through silver clouds of incense

Over domes, spirals, and columns fat with soft gold

A river runs

Through every beating heart.

Our lips open

Letting out streams of holy melodies

Converging to form a moment of

Togetherness

Together, we are

Together, our hearts softy shake

Together, our souls melt into a warm glow,

Blurring the boundary between me and you

We are there.

- Naychi

25th July, 2018

Shwe Dagon pagoda, Yangon

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