Spirit

I’m finding myself singing love songs to you.

I’m obsessed with the touch,

yet I can’t feel what’s true.

I need to to let go;

Need to let you fill me;

Need to live in each moment;

Let you set me free.

There’s a reason the Buddhist

gives all attachment away,

and a reason the Hindi

finds new lives on his way.

Theres truth all around-

above, below, in between;

It wants to be heard

and it wants to be seen.

There’s a light at the end.

I must just release control.

My chains will be reins.

You’ll show me where to go.

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