Through Mountain Paths Amidst dust particles from crumbling temples, I’ll trudge through broken pathways Of snowcapped Himalayas, so serene, seductive, yet deceptive To Man who revels in resolving storms within and conquering peaks without--insurmountable, Yet Hopeful, Like Tornadoes that bridge the sky with darkened earth--dynamic, mesmerizing yet deceptive To Man always hopeful And in the silence of my awe, I will picture your words While I turn prayer wheels, mumbling beneath my breath As they form a vibrant Van Gogh-- An abstract of "shooting stars" waiting to be wished upon Lest they fall upon deaf ears, mute peace and dumb prayers?! ;)