Down the temple arches
Ornate and incomplete
Already exquisite
The many-headed serpents
Protect the temple
Protect its people
Protect Buddha and Buddhism
The many-headed serpents
Protect the temple
Protect its people
Protect Buddha and Buddhism
To Tibet
In the heart of Beijing
It’s so decreed
By The Party
The friends we can make
Of broken friends
Surprise and delight
Like a lover
Or a mentor
First, a tangent.
Like the sun, shrouded
Seeking the balcony
Like the little Buddha
An outline in the shadows
I no longer have the energy for hate. It brings me no pleasure, no relief, only tension, pain, anger.
It’s not because I’ve been put there.
Outside is a place I have chosen.
And yet, I peer inside,
Longing to be in there.