Oblivious to my mother’s pain,
I leave her warm womb unwillingly
Fragile and unattended.
Helpless and umbilical wrapped
A silent miracle untangles and
Unfolds in the dank, frigid tent; Stale and stolid.
Mother’s eyes turn inward,
Blood and tears create shallow pools
Controlled and frozen.
There were no trailing comets
Nor rainbows in the sky above;
Only blank gazes from sunken eyes:
Solemn and silent.
Where were the dhongen calls and
Silk scarves; sweet incense air:
Juniper clouds trailing high above
A rimpoche in residence.