Ashes


Ashes to ashes

I am still a Buddhist

Loving to Love

The love that knows love

The way Love should be loved

Dust to dust

I am still a Buddhist

Chanting to chant

Chanting for Love

Loving to chant

Like smoke I spread

Disappearing I am still all

And everywhere, I rise

And Fall

I am still a Buddhist

The colorless exhale

Once the wind blows

From ashes to dust

Burning yet yearning to exist

Still, I am Buddhist

 born, created from ashes

My Sister, the NP


Entering with support
I saw You and knew you were in pain
Even through your mass
You saw me as otherwise
And my day was made
And I knew You were in pain
Yet, everything else You said to me
was by text messages
Finding a way to give praise
while saving the pain above your heart
Getting as close as I could
at least my presence was your company
You would not be alone
I would be sure of that
Both knowing the Hippa Law,
You had your own
and made sure I knew when to exit
You would not be alone
I would be back when all was done
looking forward to hear the sound
of you saying, “I have to rest”
I prayed You would
and called me instead to hear my praise
of You
You won’t be alone
I promise

One. Truth


She wrote
her feelings on her sleeve
before hitting the stage
and gave it to me
for safe keeping
The applause continues
.. much longer than expected
I still have her sleeve
though I dare stretch it out
She is still that person
who trusts
knowing that her guard
is always on point
even if not by her side
She writes
what’s to be read about her
She writes
and directs her audience
But I, I have her sleeve