Sometimes
Sister Chân Trăng Chánh Niệm
Sometimes
Sometimes I am like
a big eye
looking at myself.
It gets hot.
There is pain,
the mind is splintered -
has run away from itself again
and needs to be called back,
to sink back,
and down it falls into the earth
of being
which is in this body,
in the bones and soft movements
whole
whole again, and
home.
Here
A slip of light
let insight ignite
the darkness of night.
Our hands call to the same bell,
pools of sound resound
throughout infinity.