In every mouthful of food
In every look of love
In every chiding and every making up:
This sometimes bay of tranquillity,
This harbour to which we hope to return,
This shelter from the storms and squalls of life,
This goddess of the trailing moon,
Sails with us
as we traverse the wild seas of experience.

The ultimate nature of the fully enlightened mind
is a union of pure love and emptiness,
Leaving me cold. I’d rather make do and mend.
Not to seek nirvana as a blessing
Life allows me to be who I am – unsure, sceptical
Yet wanting so much for the purpose of life
Not to be bound by the grave nor  stuck in any endless cycle
Of reincarnation: for I am what I am and can be no other.

Others question this acceptance. I cannot
Avoid those nets of race, nationality and religion
As I learn to follow the way of the cloud
I drift over the far-horizon for
For all I know is loss has no end.