Beautiful Mantra # 9 My Apple Pie

Oh my..

My apple pie..

Why can I not resist..

The early crunch of apples

And caramelized sugar

The fresh baked bread

of you..

Oh..

My apple pie

I confess my attachment

To the early ritual

Of my apple pie

Beautiful Mantra # 8 Lines and Branches

A stroke to the left

A stroke to the right

The electric waves

of parallel and diagonal lines

Above the sky

of an old church

Hang in there little branch

Hang in there little ones

Beautiful Mantra # 7 Through the Windows

 

I peek into the windows

of little Baguio

I see the lost beauty

of nature and forever

I am left with the cold air of concrete

along the winding roads

of the once glorious city

that is Baguio

You'll forever be

the beauty

of once upon a time