Friday, February 17, 2017

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.


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