Art Institute of Chicago
INHALATION
U mandara ke
As I breathe in the world,
exchange molecules with ants
and oaks
san butsu gu daishu
smell the incense,
the sandalwood beads pressed
in my hands
rain of white mandara blossoms
a million moments in me
are softened
and at ease
in the drumming rain.
OF THE EARTH by Barbara Terao 