Telling amma about her

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.

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