She caresses the gentle nature
that surrounds her
and her own quintessential
beauty.

As the incense lights her soft
hands slowly create
a gentle breeze around the
space.

The hollowed out tree has formed
a type of beating heart to protect
the soul she encloses within its
home.

Saying a prayer, gently closing her
hands, brown eyes out of sight
it is unbeknown as to what she
prays.

Her feet patter out of temple doors
as though she is making love to
her thoughts prayers wishes hopes
fears.

I smile in her direction, bowing my
head, with hands clapped together
the exchange occurs in peace.
"namasté."

© Sia Jane