Like the waves of the sea
and the
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
or crashing of atoms
so fierce
my breath and body
Give way into the nothing
of their everything.
And together
we rise to weave.