I Bow
I saw compassion appear
in the hillsides and valleys of this world.
Beloved community
climbing hope’s holy mountain.
Sitting under an emerald buddha
in a cave of light
called me back to my breath.
I remembered my death:
life’s mystery dancing
before my eyes.
Heart remembers
above and below.
Sounds of angel’s whispers.
I bow.
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