Allen Qing Yuan-II
Buddha Beads
17 spheres conceived by the flesh of earth and water
each
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
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