I find myself listening for You now.
The poems, the letters You write.
It is not hard to see the Buddha
when your ears are open to love
and your eyes see
the tapestry of all forms.
You come to me in waves.
You fill my throat
with words
that make signs in the air.
Now I can look upon
Your Thang-Ka
and worship the deep threads
of Your weaving silence.
