For K.D.

For Keith Dowman

Even when you yell at me,

I have to smile.

Realizing your bodhicitta heart,

how could your wrath 

not be compassion?

You must be enlightened 

because I have no idea

where you're coming from...

each moment as if you had

just arrived. 

You're friendly, and I like to

think you're my friend, but I'll

never know because you don't

have an agenda...that might

sound a little starry eyed of me,

but there's plenty of room in space

for a few stars.