THE PILGRIMAGE TO PEACE
My soul craves for travel
a long pilgrimage for peace
far far beyond the borders;
into the lap of hills,
into the womb of forests,
he plunges himself
into the train of winds, hops over caravans of clouds.
to quench his thirst
for silence glimmering over the yonder horizon.
and to escape from the grotesque colonies of naked trees that haunt his dreams forever.
he dreams for a journey into a dream where the whole world of living beings fly on wings scattering sweet syllables in the air;
where even a leaf before it falls to the ground plays around sailing in a boat of song.
where the sun comes into the drawing room of the sky, as hills wake up, woods wake up,
to wander about like a dreamy nomad.
where rows and rows of tall trees take out long processions of silences; where the marriage of earth and sky is solemnized in the cathedral of blue hills; where a nameless bird merely sitting in the branch turns the surroundings into a tune, where red-gum and sandalwood trees bath in puddles of evening, and arrive with drops of red flowers hanging from tips of leaves,
where the moon like a child crawls over the roof of the house and tempts you to clasp him with your hands-
To the valleys of that dream my soul long to go beyond the reach of those haunting naked trees; this is the pilgrimage to peace- -
- Seshendra Sharma, INDIA