Waiting to see Rinpoche

Soft cantation spheres
        glow, radiate from these chocolate walls
Sapphire and turquoise butterfly
        flits above lizard lawn.
Dog patrol trots through
        brick yard rust.
Mahindra tractor, bright red with glittering flags,
        bumps dusty wagon full sand.
Six men follow, five in black pants,
        two topping pink head scarves.
Lusty dove coos woo
        near Sujata Bye Pass.


We wait, flapping incense wind.
I sit next to Aku, reposed in grace.
        his robes maroon and peach
        he swirls beige Mani fan
                        embossed with blossoms
                        encircling a man and a woman.


I ate full potato curry roti egg masala
chai breakfast shortly ago.
But my stomach pits, heart wobbles.


I had not courage to see my guru.
Courage supplied by Aku's serene bearing
                             and Goddess Tara's
                                    bright brown eyes.