A last day under Bali skies
Lost in dreams and small bird cries
We watch them swooping through the leaves
Their feathers ruffled by the breeze.
This remote location and resort
Far from Ubud's Royal Court
Affords its guests peace and repose
And living meditation flows.
Hindu gods observe the pool
Impassive, playful, sometimes cruel
Old customs and new trends astound
Spirituality - in the round.
Small paradise on timeless land
By Drake the Buccaneer once scanned
Vibrant, lush and steeped in lore
A curiosity to explore.
Though pockets of this world survive
Hotels encroach on southern side;
While for those who work the land today
Poverty is never far away ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2015