(2012)
At an airport garden in Hong Kong I sit and refresh my traveling spi… amidst an effusion of lucky bamboo Crepe white and fuchsia orchids coyly fan their geisha faces
It’s a mystery to note that despite how advanced in age w… still we earnestly strive to survi… at all costs this physical entity My sister, Vivien and I
I love my little Buddha husband sometimes I watch him as he naps his face assuming the soft delicat… lines of a child or an angel asleep on God’s bosom
Pearl on the tip of my nose drops into the Ocean of Milk flooding my heart
At the gates of Heaven I sit and sing Your praise Where is Maya now? when the only sound my mind can hear is Hari Nam
O to touch the stars to hold inside this tiny
Muscles of the bold black sky rippled stars The warrior Perseus, his bow str… aimed flaming arrows towards the brilliant constellations roami…
My heart is a celestial bedroom where my Lord hastens unto me I have placed a garland of stars around his neck and pierced His ears with the hone…
In shimmering ebb of evening’s closing tide I kneel and kiss Your jeweled footprint Above a trillion super stars
When I recall how close Your sacred lips are to my listening ears and I remember that
