I had not
tried to meet him
for I felt too small,
so I was unprepared
when the grace
in his words
met me.
They say a
man can die
and his bones
lay in one place
hidden, underground.
His words
came to me
as I walked
through
golden, red and
brown leaves
unexpected,
and I was only
dressed
in autumn,
heading to
winter.
He turned my
mind to Spring.
They say the touch
of a teacher across
time, space, even death
is a blessing-
Adhisthana.
This is written to Sangharakshita who died in late October. I am in the Triratna Buddhist movement and have learned much from his books and teachings, though I had never met him.
I am glad that there is a turning to spring in your mind. I am glad that you heard him x
An unexpected but very helpful message. X