The passion and devotion
Of its practitioners
Equaled in vibrancy
By the colour palette
Of its expression
The many-headed serpents
Protect the temple
Protect its people
Protect Buddha and Buddhism
Whether that passion be God
Or Gaia
An ideal
Or a cause
Beauty
Or love
To Tibet
In the heart of Beijing
It’s so decreed
By The Party
Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
First, a tangent.
Chinese characters are beautiful things. The more interesting ones often contain characters within characters, known as ‘radicals’. So any character containing the character for water is inflected with the sense of liquid, and any character containing the roof radical is inflected with the sense of shelter/safety, or lack of it.
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.