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 return

This shelter from all the storms and squalls of life 

This goddess sails with us as we traverse the wild seas of experience.

In Tibetan Buddhism, Dharmakaya,

The ultimate nature of the fully enlightened mind, 

A union of pure appearance and emptiness

Leaves me cold. I'd rather make do and mend.

Not to seek nirvana is a blessing 

It allows me to be who I am - unsure, sceptical

Yet wanting so much for the purpose of life

Not to be found in the grave nor in any endless cycle

Of reincarnation: for I am what I am and can be no other

Others can question this acceptance. I cannot.

I have no specific wish to pursue

Except to live as fully as I can

Avoiding those nets of race, nationality and religion

And follow the way of the clouds

Drifting towards the horizon.