Buddhist Monastery
At the entrance
fierce warriors glare
on the ceiling
dragons fly
each in pursuit
of another's tail
Quan Yin goddesses
twenty feet high
rest on lotus
I yearn for the Nirvana
of smooth-faced boddisatvas
stringed lutes in their curving hands
making silent
eternal music
Nirvana
of the gold-skinned Buddha
on marble clouds
gazing
from half-closed eyes
inward.
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