in the trees

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.