(Another poem written at the Nottingham Buddhist Centre’s Writing Group, c. 2013.)
The Moon peeks briefly From between the clouds – Just to let me know She’s still there. Fly my love – fly! With your shining white lamp. Swiftly gliding, My Goddess on high. In Murias she dwells, Her City of Glass. Revolving endlessly, Above the weary World. Downward gazing, Her face amazing; Guiding and guarding Those who look up. Brilliant her beauty, And bright is her eye. Joyful her teaching; She’s the Jewel in the sky.