metta...

with a half-life of melting sugar,
~may I be peaceful with this sadness
emotions, wax and wane
~may I be peaceful with this fear
and when I build a house
~may I be peaceful with this longing
on these ever-shifting sands
~may I be happy with myself
feelings pass, yet the structure still looms
~may I love myself just as I am
a house with no foundation
~may I love and be loved...
a castle suspended, tilting, in air...

lucy meskill