i met her in May, that's what the documents say. but i remember her before then, standing behind me in line in the coffee shop before the coincidences came clean. i remember her painting on sidewalks with children. i remember her telling me we lived in maya. i remember asking to see her and her reply: "in what capacity?"
but i don't think it ever hurt except for one Thursday night last August when i saw her walking home across the avenue. she was glowing, eyes wide, heart open. i saw that night that she would walk alone forever, breaking endless hearts... and shining all the while.
om shanti shanti shanti
Sunday, October 5, 2008
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