Mystery

Mystery

Have you ever watched
bamboos dance in the breeze…
Have you ever listened to
the whisper of bamboos…

At lazy high noons,
when everything is silent
and when the sun shines
brightly on the leaves
of the swaying bamboos,
something waits in there
amidst the bamboos,
something dark and quiet…

That’s the secret
of the wind and the bamboos,
hiding something in there,
watching us in return
from the womb of
the bamboo forest…

I know it’s in there
and it knows that I am here,
still the mystery remains...
I don’t know until when,
maybe till the night falls…