aristera says

Tuesday, September 06, 2005


My favorite poem

A lonely hermitage
On a mountain peak
Towering above a thousand others.
One half is occupied by a monk,
The other by a cloud!
One night
It was stormy
And the cloud
was blown away.
After all a cloud is no match
To the old man’s quite way.

-a Tibetan poet (unknown).

Thee should go to Bhutan.
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