I'm so naked
in my age;
so ruthlessly vulnerably strong,
that any open truth wells up
to fill my eyes;
any spacious minds,
through poems, books, shopping centers,
hospitals or mountains
rise through me
like waves of the ocean
with neither night nor day in sight,
the us and we of existence standing
like a totem in the jungle
of my youth and old age:

My mother's smile at 95,
and the Dalai lama's laughter bursting
out of Dharamshala


On the other side of me
stand I,
with the wind and light
through foliages,
endlessly