He

Feet that embrace both thorny trails and blooming paths of Mother Earth,

Hands that fold not just in greeting, but in sacred offering.

A slender frame like the riverbank reed,

That bends in grace to the whisper of wind—

And, like that reed, a spine curved in devotion,

Eyes misting in surrender before the divine.

His garment—

A sheltering canopy that holds his breath and body

From being carried away by the vastness of the skies.

A single cloth wraps his waist,

Standing by him as if to say, “I too am with you.”

And along with these,

My heart and mind stand across distant oceans,

Unseen, yet ever near.

• Citizen KK