- Hanoi Monk They come for blessings, thumbs softly touching foreheads. The sun whips their backs. 1:50
- Chirping Frogs "... the poets among us can be 'literalists of the imagination' -- above insolence and triviality, and can present for inspection, "imaginary gardens with real toads in them" " -- from Marianne Moore's "Poetry" (1967) 1:35
- Jhankri Fireflies and lightening, villages blinking like stars. All these flashes of light. 2:17
- Buddhists chanting at Swayambhunath His bronze skin as he hushes the crowds, directs them toward the jumble of my microphone. I was once a king, he says, and I came to Earth. One day, you and I will meet in heaven. 2:36
- Morning in Lalitpur The way bodies layer on bodies, these disasters, insurgencies, these plastic sandals and car parts. The way the morning crows squawk atop Shiva. 1:22
- Farmer's dance Bent to the sickle and feet in the grain. The whole country moves to the rhythm of the rain. 3:53
- Sherpa dance “The sherpas are alert for ways in which to be of use… their dignity is unassailable, for the service is rendered for its own sake — it is the task, not the employer, that is served. As Buddhists, they know that the doing matters more than the attainment or the reward, that to serve in this selfless way is to be free.” — Peter Mathieson (The Snow Leopard, 1979) 5:09
- Threshing machine I stumble out of a vintage Mercedes to hunker in the stubble, blend into the background like a roman candle, tape recorder tipped in your general direction. You catch my eye as if to say that this spilling of the fruit is only part of it, the grains under your feet and in the cracks of your dreams. 0:56
- Banging brass The back streets of Bhaktapur run and run: feet in rice, and hands in black clay, the city labours under harvest. Hand-pressed brick posing for the next natural disaster. These girls, elbows linked: their unbreakable chain. 0:51