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Allen Qing Yuan-II

Buddha Beads



17 spheres conceived by the flesh of earth and water


to keep myself restrained by good faith


rich cocoa coconut shells, albeit grazes and nicks,

each a whim

weathered and dropping


yet so creamy like euphony from the lips

each a whim or wish

unspoken but powerfully recited


inscribed with mini-mighty Buddhas

each a whimsical wish

to be enshrined and embraced


the stretchy wire coiled through and up into delicate loops

each a dying whimsical wish

heading towards where they’re all tied up


the carvings of Asian depictions

each a deflated dying whimsical wish

for luck to somehow hang around my hands