What is Our Life


A poem by Shantamo


what is our life more

than the sound of a windgong

as it’s moved by the breeze?




the silence is as exquisite

as the new melody

when the wind blows again


there is something

beyond life and death

and it is here now

love is one way to call it




the bush of grass

next to my cabin door

its total intensity –


Poem and photos by Shantamo

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