basho strong-armed her way thru
demanding to be heard

vibrated, swelled, melted & laughed

Ito bemused , waited for her friend to settle
And sit in her own fire

Break out of her own shell
and sing

There will always be a
beacon of sorts–

A lighthouse searching
Waiting, Being

She saves souls
No easy task

Reeling us in
SIREN song for most}

Mirror for others
Friend, teacher

She bides her time
Counts her students

And wonders about the few
Who blink in and out

And those who stay
like stone guardians
outside the gate

She welcomes all
Because it is a wheel
that comes back to her

Full & satiated.