The Forest / 01
A solitary white cloud,
walking in the forest alone.
Trees softly whisper sutras
as I pass through.
Stopping in silence, I bow,
and sit a while.
Sometimes there is incense in the air,
offered up by eucalyptus and pine.
Now and then,
a silent bird writes Sanskrit in the clouds.
Footnote: 01 / The forest : A haiku memoir by Kashyapi