Walking rickety path,

Stepping yet again.

Along shores of vast and agape,

Veil between pain and bliss.

With every cries,

Heart cracks further and further.

Creating space,

Vast and agape as the shores.

With painful screech,

Joyful songs emerge.

Sitting together,

Sickness and gladness.

Choosing aloneness,

Inviting Divine.

Empty void,

Fill my soul.

Pour out my soul,

Vast and open

Divine.

~Ani Po