Tso Pema

Rigid peaks lit linger at evening horizon
As sun flickers to rest
And golden glow on tall jagged mountains
Is only illumination
Lake Tso Pema rests
Amidst Hindu, Sikh, and Buddhist temples
Trout feed on holy bread
Turban-headed Sikhs pray at lakeside
As Buddhists spin their prayer wheels
Hindus chant across still water
A memory of Padmasambhava
That was born from the lotus flower
Friendly monks are dinner's company
Monastery is my accomodation here
I climb to the Buddhist meditation cave
Where blankets of prayer flags mask the landscape
And chanted Tibetan prayers
Are the music of the cave