Pirith*

There was a chanting;

not of voice

not with word

but of eye,

and glance.

Bathed in that warm illumination

I fell on my knees,

and found at the address of your feet

a residence of shade and silence

where the universe transforms

into dust particle

and a drop of rainbow;

at your feet

a million words dissolve

into one.

*Pirith: chanting of Buddhist Sutras.

[From the collection 'Threads,' shortlisted for the Gratiaen Award 2007]

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