every moment
of our cockleshell lives
is filled with
light
our breath is
fearless
the days belong
to us
& the nights are
timeless
soon we will forget
the earth is
spinning
we sit still
‘til all suffering
disappears
our heart is
expanding into other
hearts––
into every
heart
we are the
nobody
every where
we are the
sounds of the
street
& the singing
birds––
& the birds sing
more beautifully
for this
your breath
is the buddha
breath
& you are riding
the ox
between the
stars