Emily, thou art
that immortal Wine—-
no timid hart—
a wild Skywalker
moving at a dizzying pace—
that remarkable
Birthmark on your face—
a map to Nirvana
crossing the street in wonder about the angle of the earth's shadow on your
soul's wanderings, the crescent moon within hand's reach, you are the path
serene, I bathe in your light, you've been painting details on a batik of
Vajradhara in yabyum while ants march across the counter and your snake
raises its head, your cats cruise among colorful candles and burning
incense, you have made yogi tea and we have gone beyond the fuss and dust of
the day into a room warm in the flow of our words and gestures, our glances
and grazes
you are a star near and far, a guide in my meditation, you are like a hart
moving through my garden, swiftly leaping, fearless, eyes nose lips hands
feet thighs, grant my wish, my boon to dwell in your presence in bliss and
emptiness, you are the teaching, serving in the East West Café, present and
aware, giving your customers food and care
finding smashed glass from a robbed car your heart goes out to someone who
has sustained loss, walking through the plaza we find a shopping cart and
you hop in but don't let me take you too far so as not to put the clerk to
more work, we eat dinner and you read my fortune which says i have natural
grace and consideration for others but this really applies to you who give
the waitress a 50% tip and say, "Why not?" in praise, I am blown away
sitting eating walking with you
you emanate into all realms and in your presence I find solace with all
objects and all subjects, empty, you
are elegance, no stain no blame no blemish, full-breasted warm heart cool
brain, carry me away