A Precious Moment

Tonight marks the end of Zen Hospice training. Taking a walk on Stanford campus, I stopped to sit, and capture a precious moment:

Too tired to think,

there is only heart,

heavy with grief,

my own, and that of others,

met in the wards,

waiting for death.

Burden floating,

in sea of calm awareness,

and gratitude

for wisdom gained.

At once, I see 

the air, warm with Spring,

that brushes me, gently.

I am so lucky.