When your eyes closed with your last sigh,
Frightened, the sun hid behind the moon.
And mother fog, sought to comfort me—
From this world of jagged edges,
Of broken hearts and tear-stained pages—
And wrapped me in its womb.

After a while, I realized in my waking
Like a slap across the face,
That you were gone. And I was alone.

With the wisdom and gentle lessons of loving sages,
I set about my practice to embrace the emptiness
And found my footsteps along the Buddha’s path.

I learned to walk with curiosity and sorrow,
And came to see—my tears had polished the lens
Through which I now looked upon the world.
It was as if I had never seen a rainbow
Or the newborn petals of dew-kissed flowers.
I looked up and marveled at the filigree
Of branches dancing against the blue, blue sky.

And the sun, brave once more,
Peeks from behind the moon
And warms my back
As I walk the path you helped me find.