Prajna Garba

I once saw the auspicious trees
there wasn't much the forest could say
In the swaying arch of green above
leaves heave and sway
but the dark swamps that fall below
show their great peace

The focus of my reflection
that greated me in the seas
was also here to show its face

In my heart that had ached
for a cure to its disease
calmness dissolves what i believe
but holds the whiteness of clay

As i approached the undercarriage
of the brothers bright
a pleasant look upon her face
for greetings of my mother