I dreamed the streets of Katmandu
Were full of flowers
As the earth-mother mountains
Were shrugging off their glaciers
While a sea rose up somewhere
And vultures dreamed of feasts
But a young woman smiled and said
Nothing’s too much to bear
And sure enough she had sung
Her child to sleep
And the streets of Katmandu
Were full of flowers.

Image: Kala Bhairab, by Flickr user Momo, published under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) license. Momo explains: “Bhairab is Shiva in his most fearsome aspect, and this huge stone image of the terrifying Kala Bhairab has 6 arms, wears a garland of skulls and tramples a corpse, which is symbolic of human ignorance. It is said that telling a lie while standing before Kala Bhairab will bring instant death and it was once used as a form of trial by ordeal.”

Image: Coffee Sack Sleeper, by Mathew Ramsey, published under a Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0) license.

 NaPoWriMo day 8 (“finding a flower, and versifying in its honor“). Also I have been reading some of Banira Giri’s poems.