Never Turn Away
Midnight: I would like to live as invitation a mother’s footsteps weary.
a door with broken hinges,
unable to shut authentic solace torn paper mind.
i would like to live, heart trained, breath disciplined,
each cell forged to love. each cell compassion’s sleeper cell.
i would like to live the broken heart of Jesus’
mother at the foot of the cross and
never turn away.
3 AM: (look at this. the whole moon in a dew drop. and, what’s this?
it’s not even wet!) I would like to live the body of the dew drop,
of the full moon, of the bucket of water
reflections mind ‘s patterns open space.
bobcat crossing field, black bear sleeps near Chen’s hut, Khandro
dreams above the shrine room like a swallow in its nest
patterning the currents and eddies of love.
Dawn: I think of Basui, that wondrous ancient man, rice paper skin,
master of old,
first birds awaken
What is this mind?