A rose from Guadalupe,
given to Buddha,
as a child gives
a candle to a parent
to keep aflame,
in the wind.
Safely, she lights the
rosaries of Mexicans
to be answered at the Cathedral
of her hometown.
A rose laid down at the feet of a
woman who gave birth to her future,
and at a man who gave freedom to her past.
Siddhartha, I know you walk the Himalayas,
can you visit Oaxaca, too?
Sunday, October 18, 2009
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