Back from retreat. Now April. Easter. Forty days of building dwelling within.
If You Meet Inconvenience On The Road, Look For The Rest Of Her Family
(Poem for Robert, Monk)
God is a great Bodhisattva
refusing to budge until son is home.
"Come home, son," God says. But
son stays bread. Son stays wine.
The great Bodhisattva waits at edge
of edgeless space in moonlight. This
inconvenience is God's wife. She feathers
seed for wheat in wide fields. Their daughter --
humanlovingkindness -- plucks grain,
turns butter, fires oven. These kids –-
serving way beyond
(wfh, holyweek poem, 2apr02)