My Place of Happiness

Nestling on the lap of a mountain, 
a small cottage with blue curtains, 
a bamboo fence around it, 
a small hinged gate that creaks 
every time I open it. 

A lonely prayer flag in front, 
a blue pine at the back.

Open the door,
and a bookshelf greets you, 
Paulo Coelho watches 
as you step over the red rug.

A smaller rug by the corner, 
a couple of red pillows. 

An open window by your head, 
a book on your hand.

Read. Read. Read.

This is my sanctuary.

[Lhadhar with Jakar Dzong in background]