An Atheist’s Shrine
Coins tarnished by fortunes
leaking from their squared holes
are returned to sensuous Tara,
the loving guardian
of the I-Ching’s wisdom.
While a flame, a drum, and a cobra,
rest in Nataraja’s perfect stance.
A frozen moment of a deadly dance.
Jealously balanced by Shakyamuni,
who craves their extremes.
While the tusked elephant boy
ax in hand, and mouse at feet
playfully laughs at his idealism.
— by Sabio Lantz, Oct 2014