Tummo and Tonglen

Tummo practice
Is not Tonglen
And yet these two
Merge for me

Like tonight
On my first Tummo breath
Unexpectedly
My dear friend
Brought his son to me
And whispered
Ask him what he wants
To say to his mother
So I did ask the son
The sullen, smoldering
Anger.
His cry
Why do you not speak to me!?
Son mirrors the father’s treatment
In his heart as himself

All held
In the white heat
Of one
Tummo
Breath