The many-headed serpents
Protect the temple
Protect its people
Protect Buddha and Buddhism
In many ways
We give more reverence
To the dead
Than the living
And so I forfeit
The beauty
And insight
I will never know
I was intrigued by the shapes, and the somber mood of the clouds, and by the reflection the unloading facilities cast on Burrard Inlet. I shot off a series of photos, hoping something would work.
Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
First glass
Now wood
And the grass grows high
Honour them
When the sun rises
And their guidance
Is no longer required
Shape
Beauty
Insight
Possibility
