Lilt
Lilt 2003 A week at the Abbey among Buddhist monks attuning to their rhythm: Before dawn wake-up seated meditation chanting and ceremony periods of work mindful breakfast and on through the day Bird’s third retreat there, the time before, a full month such a gauntlet for his body Jukai, he said, I took refuge The spring in his tone My son is happy this young man who is made from me I catch his joy flying
All power to Bird and his mother!
Oh, that last line! So good I'd pay for it!