i wrote a rhyme today or maybe its a poem?

i once knew a woman,

all she could speak was rhyme.

a dakini she was,

he called her mine..

the flow of the words ,

the intent towards divine,

tibetan she was of the american kind..

there once was a photo of this dakini around,

she had lamas and masters all over her ground,

in her hair, on her cloths, on the tip of her nose,

the beauty she has, nobody knows..

where she is now i have no idea,

but she leaves an impression thats shes not near..

in the beyond,

in the bardo,

shes a bodisatva

from the top of her head

to her delicate toe..