Poems....
Himalaya Homestay
Sloping cliff faces bump-up
against the sky, azure
as temple prayer flags
at Ahmelee's house
The Himalayas sprawl for me
They're almost crude, pronouncing
their presence
I lather sun screen on my white skin,
put sunglasses over my blue eyes
not made for this light.
Ahmelee's sienna skin is dark
as woodland bark hues of Mongyu.
I hide behind what must seem fragile.
This sun is mine.
By: Jennifer Maples
Impermanence
-A song about Chang
If you encur, you might get a slur
or your head will spin like the merry-go-round
I don't want to spin I want
to be like the mountain
Mountains change too
They just have a higher tolerance for the
disruptive intoxication
Why be disrupted? Buddha says
"Be present, life is impermanent."
If life is impermanent, then why not partake?
Drink, drink while you can.
By: Elizabeth Duke and Jennifer Maples
I am incredibly, undoubtedly, unfathomably lucky, blessed and thankful.
To be here, to see these amazing places and people.
Thanks for your smile stranger, letting me take your photo, it is not just my souvenir you live in my mind and I in yours, do not be mistaken. Perhaps this memory, this image lives in his mind too, of me, the white-haired American girl who took his picture, shook his tiny hand, thanked him and will never, ever forget him.
Thanks for making this trip possible mom! I love you.
Jen Maples