Hope?

I want to feel 'hope'... hopeful... that hopefully... one day... I sit in front of my Gohonzan, candles lit, incense burning, legs folded, plant, water, beads. I stare at the mandala in its white wooden Butsudan (cabinet for mandala; Gohonzan) hoping for some strength to return to my being. Hopeful if I chant for long … Continue reading Hope?

Mourning…

Mathair I wait to hear your voice, A whisper of advice, Silent criticism, through wide eyes and raised brows. I wait. I long. I long to smell hot beef stew, Blue Lenor scented clothes, Long black hair tied, watching big silver pots boiling. I long. I ache. I ache to feel your hand, stroking, comforting … Continue reading Mourning…