The Gift...

Buddha laughs
and holds,
opening wide
for these gifts…
Blooms from wonderland
where memories seed themselves
each time we hug…
green bottle of beer
hand to hand,
heart to heart
with an echoing laugh…
cherished now
for the form
filled with water
drinking life
that will fall
like the twists
and turns of gray
that are no more…
or the phone line connection
across thousands of miles…
with the gift of voice
this morning of changes…
holding me dreaming,
stepping into the void
all the while
as the Buddha laughs,
this gift…

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