Pure Land*

Poem By Lee Ann Schaffer

On my side
My hand on your chest
Feeling your heart rate gradually returning to normal
My descent into sleep matching each beat.


*Pure Land is the world of bliss where Buddha dwells and the devout will be reborn.

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