They don´t know you-
How you cry for all of them
And for yourself
Wishing there was something
You could do, something good.
I am not good.
Even my wishing is poor and ineffective.
And faith is a slender web which binds
Little wounds seared into memory, but delicately always
There. Meditate. Cry. Pray. Go ahead-
Go back. Somewhere back there, a name helped,
Namo amida…namo amida butsu…Advertisements