Nothing Against Buddha

Photo by Kiki

People, wise people, say don’t hold
too tightly, nothing is ours to have, 
be ready 
to let go.

Maybe, I love differently.

Each heartbeat vibrating
against me says, I am love.
My heart responds, I open 
to you.

While I am body, I will be body. 
I will revel in the earth 
of it all. When I smell 
my husband’s skin, 
see the curve of his thighs, 
I feel territorial, murderous. 

I will not give over. You 
are not welcome.

When people say, don’t want things, 
I say, desire fires the will to live.

Nirvana isn’t there, somewhere,
it’s here. In godbeams and moonbows, 
frost flowers and sailing stones.

This life says (gloriously), 
Mine, mine, mine.
Now, now, now.
More, more, more.

And I obey.