The deep blue of an endless skyFoaming waters lapping onto shoreBamboo swaying forth on a mindful eveningAlone atop a mountain of expanseMy soul breathes from an image set next toThis place of worship.

Far from the currents of commerceMindful of God’s watchful eyePlayfully lapping the water beside the marketAnd resting beneath the tomb of an ancient king

As the sun rests slowly behind those peaksAnother day gives over to nightI am no more than these trees, this grass, these rivers of green.