during meditation monk talks of living
and dying tree; find myself crying at
impermanence of life, particularly passing
of husband to next life; and although it is
natural process, it does not make it any easier
when one loves the spirit of the person

wonder at the transformative power of words
and true expression of feeling from another
so that pain of loss is released; experience
gratitude for another’s sensitivity, how
gentle explanation of process of change
occurring can lead to acceptance

and in the fullness of time
my life also will mature and flower
and come to pass into different form
so need to live each moment as it emerges
whether sad, or strong with emotion

so pure in form and imagery, appetite
for life grows with each second

could go to visitors’ centre for
short meditation near Chinese
female Buddhist embodiment
unless life takes elsewhere

monk is gentle, loving soul
open to all those around
and there are many today
he mingles amongst those
who need his presence

as much as would like to go
forward into company
need to rebuild aura
too open at the moment

listen to flow of life in form of
water falling from rocks into pool
watch fluttering flags
feel fresh breeze on face
hear sound of cars leaving
and voices in kitchen
as people enjoy scones, jam, butter
or cream with chai, tea or coffee
know that life is full of possibilities
and friendships and beauty
and order and chaos, and
all is as is meant to be