medicine man
the medicine you gave flows through my being, anchoring me to the life of my mentor:
the man who died on my birthday, who influenced me and millions of others.
i feel you there, too, as if you were him or me or you and him and me...
it opened the mystery of existence during our inquiry exercise:
two strangers, we met in a space that was deeply vulnerable and utterly pure.
and i knew you and you knew me - there was no separation.
one breath, one love, one life.
even now, sometimes, when i look into the eyes of a caribou,
or when i watch a bald eagle soaring without effort, i feel you on the periphery of my being.
or when the black spruce sway and bend with such grace in the north wind,
i remember the dance of our beings at Santa Sabina.
and at night, when dreams fly by like shooting stars,
my heart tender and open, i hear your voice -
and there is a deep ache to touch your face.