I
Be ready
when a dot
of Light
pierces
your curtain of tears,
when a duck
wants your attention,
has something important to say,
when a monk
walks by
and whispers,
“Happiness arrives
when you welcome
Silence.”
II
Be ready
to leave
it all
if the compass
spins and spins,
to glimpse
a string of stars
in the midst
of a bad dream,
to see
your ancestors
free,
guided by your mom
who found Light
in her precious
last hours.
Selected poems from Subterranean Light
Faces | How to Find Poems | Be Ready | Illumine the Spirits | Enter