For my husband
Everything I see or hear is about him.
This morning, the Dalai Lama
says there is so much suffering
in the world he can’t do much.
With his monks he sifts colored sand
into an intricate design for peace,
then sweeps it away. They collect
the remains in a small jar, sprinkle a little
on top of their heads for tranquility.
While I held my husband in my hands
as ash, like finest sand,
all the hard edges of us disappeared
with the smoke. I rubbed him on my skin
then we flew him into light.
Such tragedy! how it takes death
to put everything in its right place,
how it takes death to perfect a life.
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Note: From my own experience I know the loss of a loved one is the most painful endeavor one must learn to live with during this life. Señor Tao