Tightly bound in a
Tangle of her own making...

It hits me like a stinging slap,
This unbidden sadness...

In meditation, floating in the ocean of...
Sometimes...

I gave and gave
Not enough! they said...

In the calm vibrant stillness of meditation,
Enjoying the Isness of my Being...

Trying to make sense of the hurt
and stinging sadness...

Here on the driest continent on earth
the smell of rain was named...

My Love
When I finally loved myself there you were...

In the curve of her back I could see her pain
and that her very light was dimmed...