Twenty-seven years ago today
her brain drowned in the blood
of the lamb. Her organs went

to save lives. She is in Ayin —
no-thing-ness, in O, O, O. She
is perceived in a flash of light.

The eye has seen her beauty.
The mouth praises her name.
She is named in the flow of

breath — Om — lover, com-
panion, wife, mother, sister,
daughter, friend, artist, Beloved

Child of God. And she is known
by the name that El gave her,
known only between her and El

and she knows as she has been
known from eternity to
eternity.

*some images from a meditation by Matthew Fox