Inhale.
The thin-breathed breeze tickles the chimes as the incense sticks lose themselves to each cloud’s respiration.
Exhale.
From high blue heaven, stony slopes dipped in white guard the temple’s edges.
Inhale.
Red lacquer rails groan, like growling dragons, ever watchful.
Exhale.
Holder of silver, and giver of salt, the monk’s tongue tastes it all.
Eyes open.
Body bows to the jagged crowned king.
By HM & Jawafra
I enjoyed this piece when it was read aloud, and I get to enjoy it again, what a lovely find! A marvellous collaboration between you and Jawafra! 💚
So good to see this actually make the app. Great piece, guys! I was seriously impressed 😁
Thanks for posting! What joy and fun to have worked with you on this!🙏 I never ‘thumbs up’ my own work, so it goes up to the idea of community in writing and the breadth and beauty of words that can be birthed into the world! Inhale-exhale- and always bow to what is there!
