Choukling Monastery in Bir, Himachal Pradesh is serene and beautiful, with Buddhist prayer wheels, quiet prayer halls and colorful deities. What touched me most was a dewdrop nestled between the petals of this rose, outside in the garden.
You too, wild flower,
you who are resting on a fence in an unknown field
like a stray dog rests its head, tentatively at first,
on my leg,
knowing it will be loved
and not harmed –
you, too, are beautiful,
Even though I won’t know your name
or see you again,
it is enough that we have met today.
I have seen you, and you, me.