The walls were painted temple red.
This dream was just that kind of dream.
I saw no feeders nor the fed,
but my deep mind followed that stream
of color from décor to blood.
And seeing it not sacredly
saw red waters rising to flood
and paint the walls a shade deadly.
Taken in October of 2016 in the Gardens by the Bay in Singapore
Taken in August of 2018 in the Lincoln Park Zoo, Chicago
Taken in the Summer of 2008 in Shinjuku
Taken in Ueno Park, Tokyo
Oh, the glorious monotony
of mountain skies
an azure dome
in rare air highs
over the brome
And, too, the lake
glassy tranquil
float duck and drake
in mile high chill
A golden streak of light,
glowing off the Ganga
like the opening scene
of a fury-destined manga.
The silent, gliding boats
give way to bells and horns
as sadhus leave the ghats
with the fading of the morn.
Gone the floating lamps and flowers,
so ends that magic orange hour.
