DEAR LORD,
You’ve been talking to me
from without and within
for a very long time
- ceaseless is our conversation.
But I just note down
all the amazing information
and forget, conveniently forget
it’s also meant for “practication”.
Actually, I don’t mind
- I’ve already renounced liberation:
I’ll remain Your flute,
played by Your fingers
and kissed by Your lips…
As long as You hold me this close
who can bother about salvation?!