The Bardo of Becoming

Birth is a messy process
Squeezed down the canal
One fears the process
Of becoming separate.

The bardo of becoming
Is primal suffering
Awakening a metamorphosis
From a tarnished state.

Rebirth awakens the same memory
Going down the canal
Does not get easier
Labor is exactly the same.

Between two worlds
The womb and the world
Delivery beckons the soul
To envelope its karma.

The Seasoned Woman's Heart

Could one be so fortunate

To admire a flower at its zenith

Bursting with omniscient perfection

Of alluring shape and glistening hue.

The striking sun highlights

Pedals soft with rain

Unblemished by storms

Undisturbed by wind.

Proud ornamental blossom

Gently garnished with leaves

Strengthened by a hearty stalk

Nourished by rich soil.

Rich color envelops an aura

Of nature's beauteous grace

For one dazzling moment

Radiating splendor and majesty.