Amma, today I talked to someone
Whom you would approve
To lay me in my grave.
Driving home, I said to you:
Have you heard, have you heard?
The sound of her heart beat
filled to the brim with kindness
that doesn’t judge, but only steps back
for a better view.
Like forgiveness herself
She turned to me this day,
saw the agitation in my heart,
and touched me with her hand
for a better me.
See, Amma, now I can sleep
the sleep of permanence
Detached from all beings
Attached, only to her reassurance.
