The Temple, Hong Kong

The light in the temple.

If everything is true there is no need for light.

"spring carnival:
after much haggling, i win
the laughing Buddha



winter temple
our desires twirl around
the aroma sticks



the whole room
to herself, still the mosquito
after me



autumn—
her hair pulls
the wind"

Kala Ramesh

The Temple, Hong Kong

In the temple the light sliced through the darkness.