April 4, 25 years after parinirvana of VCTR

April Flower

I was one of your worst students….actually,
I was one of your best students…
actually, I was a bit of marmite on the edge
of the English muffin that was your mandala….
just a little smear, a slight taste in the feast…
the ginormous meal of every moment of your
life for the people around you. Even many that
met you didn’t understand you were and are
the Buddha.