Oh my sweet little monk who knows 
More Beatles songs than I 
You are still like an ember that glows
Still here wrapped in my bones
You still take me by surprise 
As you uprise 

Your voice, powerful beyond measure
Not to be contained by the small frame
Like a pearlescent treasure 
I forget to notice it change
Day by day as you engage, emerge, rearrange
Find your way 

Lean in, draw your bow 
As you wrap your arm around the trunk of the Bodhi tree.  
Listen as its secrets rumble low 
The wind whistles past our front door
Among its clamour are sweet notes singing 
Ringing a decade and still more 
Days to walk your path
Adventures to come 
Songs to be sung, glistening, luminous, flowersome
You’ve only just begun

Day 2 of National Poetry Writing Month.