the nature of this grief

ganesha rest my hands on your sorrow
the bees are in flight
twice this day has happened
the dream plan the unrehearsed dance
Ganesha diminishes our grief
the small child tells me of the Buddha
her hands comforting me
her pupils full of daylight she insists
it is night time the bees inhabit
the bone cave this hour she has designed
contains the esquelito of the previous
self I change and seek the change
and wonder how I remain the same

no fear nor memory can hold the spirit still