Morning Glory

Every morning when the sun rays 
hit my window and I open my 
eyes, I look out through the 
glass. And the most beautiful 
sight greets me, especially when 
the skies are clear. Then I hold my

breathe, and admire the beauty.

Majestic white walls reflecting the

morning sun, red roofs adding 
glamour. Light morning breeze 
fluttering the prayer flags, and if 
everything is quite, I can also 
hear the distant chants of the monks.

And my heart weeps with joy,

for such beauty have I not seen,

nor experienced ever before.

And I look….and look.

Its Jakar dzong, in all its

morning glory.

[Jakar Dzong in all its glory]