seventeen years old

what does it
mean
to love?
to be in love?
for life to be
lovely?

coming up
a subway stairwell
on April 26, 2000
at around 6:10pm

i was
born & my
life began

you took me in
your arms
& my heart
glowed

what suffering
we’ve been
through…

buddha was right
to warn about
suffering…

& what joy!

your smile
is the dawn of
every day
for me

as i fall
you raise me up
& show me
how

to love, to
take care of,
to respect, to
share––

everything

heaven is not
perfect––

it is where
we are

as we grow
beyond
sadness

if one day
we seem to
disappear––

we are
indistinguishable
one from the
other––

look for
us
glowing
in the center
of your
heart