They say she

They say she is crazy
Maybe
Crazy with grief

She waits for him
For answers
Because there is
no one else left
to wait for

No son now
No husband now
Few relatives
Stand beside her

The grieving mother.
The brave mother.
The courage
in her heart
Fuel for her despair.

The agenda of the wicked
They say she
Has lost her husband
They say she
Has lost her head

Oh cursed cowards
Oh arrogant news puppets
Oh malicious Michelle
Would that you
Might feel the pain
of a slain
Mother's heart

But I do not think she
Would wish it upon you

She shames you
By her brave sunburnt face
And the memory
of what she has loved and lost

too simple

it seems too simple
the answer

that is there
always

the answer
there
always
simply living
breathing
beside u
within and between
and around

too simple

as simple as
an everyday thing
can be

but even
a simple grain
of sand
contains
infinity

simply
thus

the answer

Chenrezig

I see the waters
that is river.

I feel the winds
that is sky.

I see the pebbles
that is path.

Chenrezig
Joy

I see
the man sometimes
that is woman
and the one
who is neither
for neither Be

And so Blessed Be
All

There are no waters
winds or pebbles
nor
river
sky or path

nor I who sees

for
all is one
and not the other

all is one
not before or after

all is present
as present is present
all a present
of infinite finite
newfound bliss

Chenrezig
Joy