Pagodas to Nirvana

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

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Grace

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

Wind Chime

She always smiled when the wind rang —
The chimes tittering and laughing
Was heaven knocking at her door.

War & Peace

Fierce intentions crystallize
With actions hybridize
Movements opposite totalize
Wars consume and monopolize
Slice of heaven toppled and eulogized
Honesty euthanized
Truth brutalized
History resurrected and demonized
Peace, a moment, realized
Cycle
Repeat