TOGETHER
Early in practice
we learned to bow deeply,
"A lotus to you
a Buddha to be."
The two roses
you gave me today
now stand straight and beautiful
on my altar.
They offer no bow,
they recite no gatha.
Drinking from the same water
they stand as you and I do today.
You are not a "Buddha-to-be",
nor am I.
We have already arrived.
Our delicate and unmistakable beauty
has already blossomed.
I am at home
in you ---
you in me.
We are together! What more can we ask?
