Poem in Exile Poem By M.Bugi-in exile Clasp Your Hands....in Forbearance,,,, Crawl On The Floor,,,,,,Of Humbleness,,,,, Pilgrimage in shape of TOLERANCE. The Journey is spread till The HORIZON U Vagabond Hermit, You are on Your Own Journey. Like so many Journey's But this time is Point of NO RETURN... Every few steps on Route to Enlightenment,,,,,,,, Of the High Pasture,,,, Bow Your Aching Body,, DO YOUR KO TAO'S', You have come for a divine Purpose, Lets Pay.. Homage, Let me assure you, NOW,,,, You the EARTHLING!...you have had Temptations, To cross over,,,, no not yet, as you are Now,,,, Not In The Forbidden CITY, Here You Go Among vastness Of Praying Flags,,,,, Fluttering as if the Horse and its wind Passes You Like a whisper. Beware, The Devil even creeps in the praying Monks Midst, You must make Noise .about your OWN Spirituality,,,,. in shape of Loudly Clap Your Hands, And Pray, while doing SO Keep Turning the Wooden Rosary, I will Burn the Holy Juniper twigs, and Cam...