In my next incarnation,
I will dwell in a house
with a roof that curls like a smile.
Nestled in a flush of empurpled trees
and luminous clouds –
paths winding up
the velvety-green mountains
and ninety-nine steps
upward to my teak-carved door.
Shivering, I will rise in the morning,
blow on my hands like coals,
and squat to make tea in the teapot.
Slowly, the aromatic leaves will fill my heart
like a cup, the tea swirling,
knowing more than I know.
In the room’s far corner,
an altar, a few flowers, incense.
My visitors will carry bright offerings
But how little will be necessary!
Like a beggar’s bowl,
each day will be full and empty
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One thought on “My Pagoda”
Oh, nice imagery. And what a colorful photo.