Lithe, but steady
with bamboo strength and x-ray vision
that sees through all pettiness
Brilliant, like sun rising in Gemini
You have arrived
Did you see us splashing cold
and carefree in the Tishtang, cleansing
ourselves of all remorse and sowing
seeds of pleasure in our earthly Paradise?
Were you looking for a likely womb, a
moist and fertile landing strip
on which to incarnate from ancient Soul
to flesh and blood? Sweet blond
and blue-eyed angel from the Goddess
Mother, you’ve marked your body with
a tree, your own design. Your
diamond mind cuts through pallid
inauthenticity,
your loving laughter assures us that
you were meant to be here
Something calls to you—teach us
how to bear ourselves with dignity