At Bodhgaya 2-a

The dusty streets
The blurry hazy sun
The sick, the old, the practitioners
The busy sellers and buyers
The noises of chanting
People's walking

Dogs' barking
Wind's blowing
Birds' singing
Leaves' dropping
Strangely my mind is calm
I walk, I sit and I look
Inside my silence world.
I feel joy through each of my skin pores