eyes soft focused on freedom

a sangha sits in the seventh ward

i feel most like the buddha in the moments 

after i laugh

face still creased

heart soft as a newborn

eyes softfocused on freedom

a sangha sits in the seventh ward

i feel most like i belong in the moments

when we cry

cheeks wet together 

our suffering never just our own

eyes softfocused on freedom

a sangha sits in the seventh ward

i feel most liberated in the moments

i couldn’t have imagined

when i listened to my fear

making what can be from what isn’t