Baba—A Love Poem

it’s a good time

to talk to you

since you have now

left the 

earthly plane.

and although

that may seem strange,

when one is here

one is constrained

by time

and ego

and neither of these

necessarily foster

truth.

a failed assignation,

crossed signals

something as mundane

as

traffic…

and at the time

i just waited to see

if you would/could

rise

above it.

my wise son

advised me

that there was little distance

between

our (yours & mine)

spiritual vantage points,

but i

was not sure.

so I let the possibilities

fade away

in to the netherworld

of time.

the last time

that i saw you

i looked up from my reading

in a restaurant

and you were scowling

in my direction.

maybe justifiably

but also notably disturbingly…

i am headed to

your memorial today.

you, a widely respected elder

and

a man;

me, a silent seer

who writes her truths;

and

a woman.

Linda Tauhid

©9/18/21

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