2002-10-10 - 4:19 p.m.

I sit on a floor, carpeted, holding the mala given to me by you -

And at times my thoughts turn to you. Sprite, angel, dweller of my dreams - receiver of blessings

Beautiful vibrations floating throughout my cells and pathways

A fool and enjoying every second of it.

Heaven sent sunrays birdsong flowing you are as human as I.

To prophesy, to speak in verse and prosody, to dedicate nothing, dance with me Prajna Paramita!