the Dalai Lama told me so.
do I think it matters, but not for me.
no question marks. not empirical.
a process of relationship. like
the moon, the earth, like sky, like
my hand. like a white butterfly.
shall I worry for the trail thirty
minutes behind me now. will
I return. would it be the same.
the better wish, will it remember
me. as I now remember, there.
I used to be as big as the universe.
and will be, again. no fare,
it’s all gone inside. that’s the part
the Dali Lama said to me.
in a dream, didn’t I say. just like
right now. loving you.
there, that’s the part I always want
in his honor