branches
reach
out
above
my
head
showing
me
their
painterly
ways.
black
strokes
and
canvas
sky
Chinese
calligraphy
i
meditate.
mesmerized
i
close
my
eyes
(it's
then
that
i
truly
see).
pieces
of
sky
left
behind
and
fragments
of
color
that
change
with
time.
like
stained
glass
in
a
cathedral,
with
no
roof
to
stand
between
us,
this
is
my
temple
it's
where
i
see
god,
buddha
krishna
mohammed
and
jesus.
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