Asela Abeywardene
Did you know
roots would run through
into deep dark crevices
of land?
of heart?
run across
breaking boundaries
of land?
of heart?
Did you know
branches would spread
bear burdens, tears?
grant hope?
Leaves caressed by dry winds
would sing lullabies
chant ancient suttas?
Did you know
amidst blood red splattered white sand
amidst vulgarity of myth, mythology
spewed by speakers so loud
amidst coins, notes, splashes of gold
You would still stand
devoid of greed, hatred, ignorance
as I have always seen you
will always see you
All knowing
