The novice…You are my uninitiated one. He drifts away slowly, yet glances back in secret,Whistling now and then, just to trouble my heart.The novice…You are my uninitiated one. At night I hear his voice in song,Weaving colorful dreams through the silence.He tries to make me believe each lyricWas written only for me.The novice…You are my…
King Devakonda counseled me: “Go, to the island of Sinhala.”And Koman, the Arab trader, promised: “Ask of me anything you desire.”If fate decrees the journey, then I must go—For there lies an island paradise, rising from the sea. Let us follow the signs spoken by the ancients,Of a land most fertile, praised by Indians of…
The fallen matalus of the coconut treesScatter gently upon the path of the Buddha,Easing the weariness of His sacred feet.He walks in all four directions,Seeking those wise enough to cross beyond samsara.Still, I feel His presence—Upon the distant hills, within the nearby forest. The Buddha arrives,The Buddha arrives alone. Whispers rise of Mathura and Mathugama,Where…
Hear me, Ajjuna… hear me, Pajjuna,When you journey toward Thiriya, seek news of my eldest son.The spies have whispered—he prays by the river’s edge. Anuradhapura burns beneath the hand of our foes,so our kin in Kaduruwela know nothing of his fate.Do not let him know my heart still searches.Discover his needs in silence, and ease…
The images born in the eyes are but illusions—Yes… fleeting illusions.Yet not all images vanish like shadows;Some remain, eternal and true.They are the images bound to the heart. Images that stir the heart, weaving bonds of love,Images that enchant with wonder,These are the ones that forever conquer the soul. Images carried upon the fragrance of…