Gratitude to My Irish Ocean

Jainanda, in the knowing of you;

I was and remain awash in respect, knowledge and,

the deep rolling laughter that was ours.

There was a reflection of perfection:

and, there was bliss upon

those waters of perfection.

You were my Irish Ocean and the Ocean was Ananda.

You were welcome wisdom.

My life was watered in the trustful imbibing

of what your soul had become

when it opened its door to me.

Yes, we two were awash in awe,

understanding and

the quiet, soaring of celebration.

You were the muse, medicine woman and divinor:

you recreated in encouragement, gentle healing and,

in exquisite artistry,

the tapestry and meanings from

the many facets and pieces

that I remained as and

awaited their resurrections within.

Yes, we both were awash in kindness,

simplicity and, joyfulness of reflective being.

You were good to me and for me.

Lo, I tasted of your soul and being and knew you

as a gifting of the gods themselves.

I was grateful. I was Gratitude Itself in that giving back

to a purity of reflection so beautiful.

Yes, I knew you as what you are and what you remain:

Beauty; both inside and out.

I did, I knew you in kindness,

I knew you in trust,

I knew you as goodness and goddess and,

I knew you in gratitude and humility.

Jai my Irish Ocean.

The universe of no regret rings in the crystal chimed resonance

of wind touched laughter.

Yes, you are one with that laughter.

Jai most beautiful Lady Ananda.