By Malinda Meadows
She dropped like a fish into a pond
Hidden from the crying man
We’re being judged he said
When the girl with the name of light
Became one with tao
Flowing into water
A million blossomed tears
singing the lotus hymn
As the evacuee fleed from my body.
Memory shifting to
A four legged friend
Mistakenly named the truth
Of enlightenment
Crushed under the leg of man.
My crime of attachment
Speaking with her purple tongue.
Nothing coming from nothing
And to nothing back again.
Liquid blossoms offered
To sail them home.
Smoke offerings for the dead
Where you made your
First and last appearance.
Nothing to nothing, amen.
Poems of the yantra 