(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.