Secret Ingredients
Faith
jewel in the lotus
tibetan prayer wheels turned by
cascades of water
–
a winter dawn
snow skates across
the temple threshold
Misdirection
pulling on my hand
leading me into darkness
blind to your intent
–
autumn’s glory
reflections in
our tiny screens
War
wet and matted hair
cold rain, hot blood, and cordite
soak into the dirt
–
a sparrow-
perched on
a ruined shell
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