David Snyder

I look into the mirror I see the Buddha looking back Tathagata looks and sees no one.

there is kindness and salvation in her smile a priceless gift that Christmas week it is radiant, shames the sun again and again she blessed me with the miracle she allowed me to behold for twenty-five minutes it got me out of bed on the hunt for one more benediction she is ambrosia nectar of the gods my thirst insatiable I would stand, lost enraptured in the moment longing for the next

my self is shaped to better for her my beginning was benign vicissitudes of life arose red not metal in anvil hammered relentlessly over and over shaming Job isolated moments of contrived joy little substantive until god spoke and delivered her the light of my world darkness no longer sustains perdition forsaken threshold of paradise gained admittance, Deserved?

the fire goes out the flame of once was ceases to be did she die or is she merely at rest? unbound from the need to consume, no longer fettered diffused throughout the cosmos that which once seemed to be never truly was what had once possibly been the alpha has become transformed. convoluted doubled over onto itself the nexus reached and passed consensual reality narrowed down, the fulcrum reaching a possible omega state