meditation while holding her hand as she talks and laughs in her sleep (for Lan)

a handful of dust
a dipperful of rainwater
such are we
held together by dreams
driven by hunger   thirst   lust
and – if blessed – by visions
of love   not power
some of us live inside our skulls
others outside them
still others  in constant transit between
yet the wisest among us have said
there is no difference
we are as solid as what we know
as vaporous as our beliefs
we are strong like the willow by the stream
yet fragile like a bluebell in the storm
so here we all are    each
after a many months’ journey into light
and each shall leave in the batting of an eye

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2015

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