I wander the temple,
But it is clear that the Doves and Pigeons
Are the traditional owners of this space.
The flags flutter in the breeze
But the birds are not afraid.
Fortunes tied to the strings,
They bloom like blossoms in the spring
I watch the congregation worshipping
Under the outdoor temple
Impressive, he rises above the Earth
Containing wishes, dreams and prayers.
I board the train to the seaside,
The sun streaming through the winter air,
To the Candle in the Sky.
Higher and higher, ascension is imminent,
Through stalls, restaurants, trees and shrines
Weaving our way to Heaven.
Affirmations of love project
From the shadow of the lighthouse
Like a beacon, sending them home
To be granted.
Oh, what power lies within
The Sun, the Sea, and the Stars.