i
don’t worry, dear,
all is well.
ii
grey clouds
are buddha sacks
filled with fruits
& flowers.
shadows are buddha-prints
going no where.
iii
do not be afraid
you are the center of everything.
iv
no need to run & hide
there’s plenty of room within.
this dream is a garden
you can dance whenever
you want to.
v
look!
you are glowing
in the blankness.
feel the tips of your shoulders
your trembling heart.
there’s an angel
weeping inside you.
have you seen the tears?