THIS IS FREE VERSE WEEK, free choice! For Poetry Potluck #43.
INFINITE POWERS
Sometimes I want a particular God,
like the one outlined
on that wrap in Turin,
A tall tale they say,
no matter how many angels
peer in
through a stained glass window,
singing hallelujah.
Some other days
I'm patient enough,
dressed in my saffron robe,
to sit in a pose,
prayer flags
fluttering beside me,
to clear my mind
of earthly woes
and fit alongside Buddha,
where tears are just
an ego trip,
and life is an illusion.
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