Like flakes of feathers the snow falls
Through the windows
Through crevices and on the open road
A million white cottons at a glance
Breathless view: three sixty delights
A thousand eyes could see no less
The white magic has smeared every entity
Into flawless mink
There are no discriminating colors
The world is simply bright
Everything has become one
There are no dimensions, no other color
No shape, no edges, simple luminosity
All things have merged into oneness of white.
Then I ask: Could minds be also be
draped unto the ultimate white?
Can people be feeling one and together?
Can there be a paint to keep?
Divided opinions and prejudice,
even if momentarily?
Can there be such harmony?
Such White Magic!
(Jan 2008
On the way to Paro)
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