The flame just burns
The incense coils only
fragrant smoke

God is enthroned on a lotus
his foot crushing demons

I search for pity
in the blank human face

imagine the image
looks back with understanding

That his thumb and finger guides
That his trident is raised to
slay my demons

At first I was angry
Now I am a sad child
Suddenly done with empty pictures

Ash falls on the altar cloth
The incense is cold now

I shall brush it away
like forgotten history

guide myself to the room within
and lock up

I am suddenly done with empty struggles.