The Kingdom of Bhutan

I'm not much of a poem person, but one day on top of a mountain in The Kingdom of Bhutan, this poem came out of me.  I have been coming across it lately, so I decided to publish it on my blog to dedciate to all my Bhutanese friends whom I miss dearly. 

In a far away land,

hidden in remote valleys

barricaded in the folds of

The Great Himilayas

I have landed in Druk Yul,

The land of The Thunder Dragons,

The Kingdom of Bhutan.

Sacred white pyramids

The abode of Buddhas

Thrones of Lotus Spirits

Soar past the clouds

Piercing the heavens

Some never climbed

unsoiled by men.

Virgin green forests

home of the nagas.

Wildlife sanctuaries

flourish the endangered

and the undiscovered

Some never explored

untarnished by men.

Beautiful beings of  

heart-shaped or

moon-shaped faces

with dark almond eyes

and earthly brown skin.

Built of muscle and with

hearts of compassion.

These are the Drukpas,

The Dragon People.

Wrapped babies

sleeping on mothers backs.

Rounded backbones

tilling rice patties.

Toothless grandmas

spitting red doma.

All are basking

so close to the sun.

This is the Kingdom of Happiness.

A mystical blessed country

the land of The Lotus One,

Guru Rinpoche,

The Second Buddha,

weaved through forests

subduing demons,

hiding treasures and

spreading Buddhism

in the hearts

of generations to come.

Red robed monks
Shaved head nuns
Circumambulating
Prostrating
Meditating
Chanting 
Praying
Om Mani Padme Hum
Hail to the Jewel in the lotus.

Hundreds of prayer temples

balancing off cliffs.

Spider webs of prayer flags

beating in the wind.

Walls of prayer wheels

spinning with love.

Strings of prayer beads

infusing with merit.

All for the enlighten one.

In a far away land,

hidden in remote valleys

barricaded in the folds of

The Great Himalayas

Is the last paradise on Earth

- A Shangri-la!

The last of tantric Buddhism

- A Shambha-la!

I have landed in Druk Yul,

The land of the Thunder Dragons,

The Kingdom of Bhutan.

By Sabrina Soares