May you learn to take yourself lightly,
to treat this convention of self
uncoventionally,
to see through all the thoughts
a hollow outline linked to every point,
but nowhere present as its own thing.

May your devoted searching
lead you on a straight path
through the interconnected worlds
into mercy, both specific to you
and the ground of all,
the very material of this womb,
its constrictions encouraging
you to flow down and out,
having loved this body
and honoured all matter
from which it is made.

Mercy, to see through this self
a reality where all are welcomed
at this run down rest stop
on the pilgrim's route, where paella
is waiting on the days when more
than one wanderer finds their way
here.