• Shangri-La

    Walking in the royal garden,
    the breeze carries
    the scent of peach trees and incense,
    the sound of chanting from far-away.
    Granite-and-gold, multi-tiered temples
    float on clouds as big as mountains.

    Near the splendor of the palace,
    I stroll with perfect pace and balance,
    adorned in a lotus-shaped
    headress of pearls and silver.
    My flute tastes like ginger and lychee
    as I play a tune.
    Reality cloaked in haze,
    my meditation births
    the essence of yin and yang.

    A beautiful sunrise can only be reaped from beautiful dreams.