Dual Supplication against Death
The flower burns its whitest white but not
Alone. Beside it in the window glows
A candle in the evening air so taut
The flame burns on without a flicker. Those
Who know the truth can see that light is light
In spirit even when the burning shines
From petals and not fire. Before the night
Became too dark, the peony sent signs
Of glory to the gods it worships. They
Have now replied in darker time with strength
To let it shed its aura slowly. Splay
Of holiness is given lunar length.
..It prays beyond the candle pyre. Each calms,
….Does not compete, while making Buddhist psalms.