Sorrow lingered all night. I woke with a start.
The bird sangha assembled outside chanting Amitabha with such tenderness.
I fed them and all flew back to their forest home.
All but one who whispered to me, โItโs okay, Itโs okay. Itโs love.โ
I settled into my breath and off she flew.
This article appears in June 2018.








