Our Maya
Nov 3 · 1 min read

“We speak your name…
And… we…remember…”
Waddling into Breath:
Panting —
In an ever present smile;
A Joy witnessed:
By every heart,
And heard by every ear;
Panting:
A clock ticking off time;
Each puff —
A Sacred music:
Spanning heaven & earth;
Uniting 75,000 strangers —
Its gentle message:
Against all odds —
Rise and breathe and walk;
And as we do:
Touch and work and hope;
Always grateful:
Mostly graceful,
A piece of Divinity;
Passion passing by,
Never trapped by form,
But rising past:
The chains of flesh,
The lies of Time,
Shining and saying simply,
“I will love you
. past the end of time,”
Hoping:
You…can…do…the same…
