In Search of Divinity
I usually visit the shrines
To marvel at the art and devotees
But not to seek the stairways to heaven
Which I don’t need
As it is here
All around and in me.
All around me
Often hidden, buried
In the mountains of debris
Like the full moon under the dark clouds
I love to discover
All the beautiful things
Those solemnly exquisite heavenly icons
Wherever I go
Whoever I meet
Whatever I do
Whatever I see
Like a mother tending her sick child
Her only child
I love to touch and preserve each moment
The delicate but transient fractal
With all the love in my heart
To live in the heaven
In my mortal life.
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September 12, 2003
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