Eastern Solitude Comments

A clear moon climbs over the Tibetan range of mountains, the sky is glowing. I blow out the candle to enjoy its glow. At dawn I start my journey, through valley after valley. A mist flows softly above, below the river snakes along. My ears hear faint chants and I arrive at the temple, incense fills the air among monks in robes, reflecting in meditation in this ancient solitude of the world of gongs and bells and prayer.
Michael Cochrane ©
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