Wrapped-up in old dreams.
We met along the way.
Carrying what survived
from a few stupid lies.
Surveying the centuries
and the totems of our desire.
You taught me to
be compassionate
toward myself,
and all living things.

Now I watch the
blossoms come and go.
Growing old with
the pearl of my mind.
Everything is where
it always is.
Around me and in
the sky above.
And there is no path
I cannot take.