Summons
by George Such
Surrounded by thirteenth century stupas
along a turbid moat at Sukhothai,
a dragonfly hovers next to me
with golden wings and bulbous eyes;
its orange tail curls repeatedly,
a motioning finger from the Buddha mind.
Summons
by George Such
Surrounded by thirteenth century stupas
along a turbid moat at Sukhothai,
a dragonfly hovers next to me
with golden wings and bulbous eyes;
its orange tail curls repeatedly,
a motioning finger from the Buddha mind.
