What comes to me
    from being with your dying
    are many bodies:
    the familiar foreigner
    the wave-form of pain
    the intense intelligence
        strapped to tubes, morphined, struggling, breathless, focused;
    the love-body, the grief-body;
    the still body…

    and from the unexpected angel
    who shone through your cancered flesh
    are fibres:
    blessed in release.

And so what comes to me is presence, pure presence.
And how we skip and tumble through it.

Yet it comes
    when this body is accepted
    as the vital ‘just-so’ stone
    with which you skimmed the vastness

        so beautifully….

From: Travels in the Middle Land, Dhamma Moon, 2013.

Posted: Tue 17 Nov, 2009