red flags

adorned

your

still

form..

gentle

firm

hands

laid

to final

rest..

shapely

arched

feet

in repose..

oratorial

rousing

skills

forever

stilled..

that

day

you

were

celebrated

set

a free..

this

time

over

life’s

work

almost

done.

 

Za Zen

Best not

recount

the limits

of that

which

touches in

ignited

ways

 

Holds me

close

from afar

steady

yet giddy

helps me

tread

deep waters..

 

It was

meant

so why

to fear

the outer

sphere

when inner

chimes

resound