rose crystal mala|
one hundred eight pre-revolutionary China hand-blown crystal beads a string of rose light blessed by lamas tiny bubbles of space and time move through glass cool beads clink breathe warm in fingers: om mani paymay hum om mani paymay hum om mani paymay hum sometimes simply held– no chant of mani's no hum's or om's just sit with the beads in black night their weight in still hands and move into irreducible crystal silence
© January 1999 Leslye Layne Russell
This poem was published in the
Spring 2000 issue of In the Grove.