Excerpt from Annie

From Deviant Art site.



I travel, by way of earth, to the Western Paradise,
Sukhavati, to the Buddha of Boundless Light.

A small white dove flies across the white scarp -
escaping a red continent. In flight, a man holds

out his hand. Gnarled knuckles go west as fingers go
right. My hand fits in his palm, and with a small

squeeze, a small bird flutters up through my veins
and sits with a chirp on my heart.

Excerpted from "Porcelain Bird from the Land of Snows" by Anne Bien