Silk

Eon old traditions

like a silk

drape the heart,

they weave their threads

as frail, delicate tethers

to the past and all its history.

 

In the moment’s step,

those soft strides of respect

feel the connection to a heritage

where that spirits of ancestors

walk side by side.

 

Lantern’s amber glow

share a light for yesteryear’s thoughts,

quietly strolling through those streets

ever sensing the ageless beauty

of artistry’s cherished creations

sensed in the crafted building walls

and clinging to the body

dressed in the festive robes

as a picture frozen in time

because inside there is that awareness

how so many generations before

also followed this same path.

 

The warm still night air

is filled with the sounds of music,

songs accompanied the tea ceremony

countless rituals that share their own spell.

 

Inside the beauty grows

from the serene stability

that renders the oneness with that soothing, calm scenery,

while knowing it will never change

just as it had for so many centuries.