what to do with this longing heart of mine? what is it longing for anyway?
waking up this morning sun shining brightly in my room - how wonderful it felt,
 the rays of light caressing my face.
walking the empty streets, deserted, bright,
sitting all day, watching my breath,
 unceasing chatter of silly thoughts in my mind, boredom galore
and yet and yet
   a beautiful face of a friend
and gone
  a bird chirps - pierces my heart
and gone

wondrous buddha