I want to say, please see
your arms and smile my back
my hours your broken strut
your roof my road to sleep
my heart your sacred head
your bardo prayers my seat
my silent miles your breath
2020
I want to say, please see
your arms and smile my back
my hours your broken strut
your roof my road to sleep
my heart your sacred head
your bardo prayers my seat
my silent miles your breath
2020
your bardo prayers my seat
This line will ring and resonate in me forever perhaps.
Sweet E,
I’ve been listening to The Tibetan Book of the Dead a lot this fall, as read by Richard Gere (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E1MZwriqVvw), and I find it a comforting and informative reminder, and especially a way to help me pay respect in practice to family members recently lost.
As always, knowing you’ve been here feels like a hug. I miss you, friend, and hope you are weathering the seasons of the pandemic with health and a measure of grace and generous dollops of happiness that only the poetic eye can spoon.