This field, our place of wind and chi.
Big sky – distant mountains and
Wind, always the wind
Pushing the chi into our souls
Filling every cell of our bodies
With its energy.
But now… he is gone….
And I am here alone.
Silent soft sadness surrounds me and
When my body can hold no more
The sadness seeps from my fingertips and
The corners of my eyes
So I sit, just sit with
My hands and feet in the grass,
My head in the clouds and
My heart in his hands
This place is a crack in the veil
Between the worlds
Where the bodhicitta flows.
The Earth’s life force swirls like smoke around my feet
And echoes in the bird song
That fills the space between the trees.
Light is filtered in ever changing
Dappled patters and the wind ripples
The grasses in waves that travel through this wind-chi place.
It is here, and only here
That I feel him beside me –
His essence lingers in this thin place.
I can hear his voice on the wind,
See his smile in the bird song and feel
His love in the sweet softness of the grass and
Whispers of the mist.
Time moves slowly and
each moment osculates freely here
Where forever is cradled in the
Bloom of the milkweed.