I kept asking you <br />for a teacher <br />I could touch <br />and surprisingly <br />you sent me young <br />Panchen on a dais. <br /> <br />Looking deeply, <br />we accepted each other. <br />He leaned forward, <br />this tuning fork of life, <br />and touched my forehead <br />with his. <br /> <br />His note ringing <br />from the foundations of the cosmos <br />took away my mind <br />and reset my bones' deep humming. <br /> <br />I am a cup for you <br />who is the true substance of all traditions <br />and the love of my life. <br /> <br />I am sorry so much of my day <br />is wasted still.<br /><br />Ian Trousdell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spirit-i-kept-asking/
