My Pictures:  Xiahe: Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, Gansu Province, China .

Today I went to the top of the world
and met three monks.
Empty of everything except themselves.
The sky a seamless part of it.
With pleasant walks, food and talk at will.
Our only dreams of words forgotten.

And there in the margins,
an interval between wars I saw a black bird.
As black as those that bled in a Shanxi mine.
Darkness evolved into perfection.
Mountains within mountains,
something like a maze.
And now, in my returning dream,
I see tides of people falling through the siege.