there
were several people heading to Boulder
most
to the Summer Writing Program at Naropa.
I
met Joanne Kyger and her husband,
not
knowing then her journey
and creative
gifts and compassion
she
brought to poets and poetry everywhere.
It
was not long and I knew who this woman was…
Since
2010 when we rode the same bus
to Naropa and back to the airport a week
later,
we
have met and chatted at the school.
The
lecture she gave one summer on
the
history of Buddhism coming to the west
I
will never forget.
Now,
this sweet, revolutionary spirit
is
musing with the angels, and
the
spirits of the universe.
Her
quiet voice and humor,
the
conciseness of the paintings of words
in
her art will be missed but not forgotten.
Deep
bows, of gratefulness and thanks, sister Joanne,
you
would not remember me,
but
you always greeted me and others,
as
fellow muses and poets.
You
are missed, I carry a sadness that motivates,
give
tears that fills me, still holding your
poetry
that heals and strengthens.
Blessings
on your family and all of us who mourn…
Peace! Compassion! Resistance!
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