Like the waves of the sea and winds from the mountains
The past and Presence rise to meet me.
Grief, gnowledge, knowing, impatience
To be heard and seen again through
Clear windows to wisdom, without glass ceilings or separations of space or generations.
They rise to meet me in this auspicious occasion of remembrance.
In a gentle flow, a crashing of atoms so fierce my breath and body
Give way into the nothing of their everything. And together
we rise, we weave.