in each corner of my sacred office
sleep two sound bowls–
tunes to warm a wounded heart
bring solace to cells damaged from youth.
These vibrations warm, as if sounds
of mother’s blood swooshing about,
the same blood which didn’t want me.
Thank you bowls for my peace,
thank you friends who understand this pain
which lives in that embryo once me.
Thank you everyone who sees me for whom I am
appreciates my greatness and the love I have to offer.
I want these bowls to embrace me
I want them to form a protective shield
around those I’ve become to recognize
with my Quan Yin love.
I want them to remind me how we need to bury
that which no longer serves us, including people
who burn fires in our souls, but like a helicopter
which drowns flames, I shall drown them too.
