A glass of water is offered:
Buddhas see healing nectar of compassionate wisdom;
Humans see refreshing water to quench their thirst;
Pretas see revolting blood and pus.
Five emails are offered:
CC sees salt on his wound; she sees a girl,
Kicking his ass with compassion carefully held by wisdom.
“He studies rocks. I save lives. You can’t marry him.”
Are you asking me to marry you? When will that happen?
“Don’t know. 7 years, 10, 15. Maybe. Don’t know.”
We met at 10 pm, talked until 4 am, you walked me to my door.
