"history, too, is
a simple machine" -- Steve Brightman
like lightning on
water
grace brought the
first living organism
the Triune God -
Frankenstein, Passion,
Darwin
moist dirt rises
through eons
spits out humans
crafts of them Buddhas
we sit somewhere in
the balance
not believing this
possible
that the stench of
iniquity
could give rise to
beautiful flowers
each of us, a lotus
turning
in the hand of
self-effacing time
