I’ve come not to take
but to be taken,
spirit shaken,
dragged along,
stolen away,
heart and soul.
Movement is a
spring of happiness;
How the world blossoms
around you but the petals
spiral in the wind of your waken.
Disappear quickly and
show yourself slowly;
Love prays in the heavens,
the monkey dances.
I’m returning the glance
I stole slipping sideways;
If it catches your eye,
let it slide by or collide.
Eternity is love but
so is the soul and
so is this prayer –
only ripples last forever.
Some souls climb mountains
and part and number their love
but I’d rather just roll down
a hill of grass in summer sun.
I’ve not come to follow you
from town to town but
rather to forget the idea
of towns altogether.
Though the body is gone
Your presence is stronger;
Though I lack nothing,
soon I will travel.