sri lanka drive through
the bullet riddled buildings
echoing war years
...
there are three selves in us all
like a bell that rings, its cold
magical metal, that when struck,
embrace us with its beautiful sounds
...
Sarawak Fairy Cave
a lighted garden
cultivated by light
...
dusk at the rejang
in gold a quietness
rippling away
...
new pope
a wave of cheer over argentina
like football victory
...