Pagodas to Nirvana

Orange Rock

parched sun burns sienna
the sleeping patience of rock cathedrals
dreaming prayers for a thousand years
pagodas to nirvana



If your gaze were but a book
Such intricacies would speak a look
And power behind that loving stare
Would whisk me away from tedious care
Of that mundane uninspired everyday
Enticing me to cavort and play
In the idolized light of your grace —
For where you dwell is Eden’s place