Feral Buddhist (I think I lost my Buddha nature at the grocery, somewhere between the mustard greens and the lady with the spider monkey.) Yet, still, I sit And emit Frequent frequency of love and light Projected into space from an open heart. The piece of peace we all crave Is in our own heads. That sacred space we all share. Separately. Your church or mine? Matters not in the long run One bit. Love, turns out, really is all you need. -Becca 2023