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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