A Snowstorm of Birds


glistening in canopies of darkness,
sapphire particles stud the tektite walls,
the tapestries of caves
and debris

unfound terma,  unfound terrain

is this night never-ending, or is day just beginning?

‘both’ is the right answer
but there is no right answer any more,
all kneels to the eternal law,
all reveals its naked aura,
speared by star-given grace,
singing in the forest
in a snowstorm of birds


* terma – Tibetan for ‘hidden treasures’, 8th century teachings buried in the earth of Tibet
to be discovered or not in later centuries