Bodhisattva Incognita

A Song for Neil
For you, my friend,
I will flowers wear,
at least once a week
in my long dark hair.

And when I dance
in my skirt of rose,
you’ll remember me
where childhood goes.

I am here
to pierce the heart,
to shatter fear
with a silver dart.

When dream and wish
are hard to find,
look for the flower
left behind….

The flower is found
in you, not me –
a garden inside,
windswept, free.

© 1998 Leslye Layne Russell

reproduced with permission

This poem was published in
Neil Harding’s “Gifts” in 1997.


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