I love
The colours
Of the sky
The colours
Of the sky
The way they dance
Into the day
Lively and so cheerful
The way they dance
Into the day
Lively and so cheerful
I re-encountered Buddha
Long obscured for me
Made strange by the confines
Of my culture familiar
In countenance: fierce
But whose hearts
Have the gentleness
Of brushed cotton
Never did I suspect
So many realities
Could coexist
Wishing it
Each time
To be
Different
Carrying their openness
And prejudice
With equal tenacity
Conscious only
Of their openness
A time to reflect
A time to bask
A time to collect
And recollect
Sharp rays raking the dull air
A stupa grand
And towering
Each tile placed
By hands of men