Nelumbo / Joshua Alan Sturgill
She draws no one’s envy, with hands
in place of eyes. “This reaching
is my watching,” she says.
Full is another name for Free
She builds altars where no temples
could stand. How much soil
has she woven into fire?
Growth is another name for Good
She says, “There are no distances light
has not already bridged, so I
recline among the stars.”
Beauty is another name for Bliss
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