Stained Glass

The sun through
the chartreuse bottle
evokes a holy space;

stained glass

clarity
of contemplation

and a quiet reassurance

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Pagodas to Nirvana

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

To My Grandmother

My mother goes wandering, on this remembrance day
Where she alights or flies to, I’m not sure where she stays
I can only pray to her mother, for safekeeping and providence
For where can a mother go, but to her own mother for guidance.