From under the rag tree the world looks a kinder place.The dancing dreams and prayers of pilgrims are reminders of human soul before hopes and wishes became more pocket-dependent.
A thousand dances for Patrick’s stone eyes:
each rag a soul treading thin air.
A thousand advances on Patrick’s stone ears:
each petition a guttering flare.
On The Slopes of Kailas
There are no
On the slopes
In his brilliant