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What matters more?

The life of a baby girl

or a golden broach

forged from precious memories

yet willing to be transformed

into medicine

through the alchemy of letting go


What serves me more?

To be led by this pain

and lose myself in the discomfort

of just wanting a hug

or recommitting to this journey of learning

to ease suffering

by nurturing my understanding of its causes


What’s this life for?

Proving and solidifying

a sense of self and worth

built into the hollows of material success

or knocking down every comforting wall

my mind wants to build

to see what lies beyond