Poetry on the Path

I searched everywhere,

But could not find you.

And then,

I made a boat,

And softened it like velvet with my breath,

And I made it strong,

Because oaring the breath is hard work,

And I coloured it with the colours of my mind.

And then I reached a secret sacred island,

Where I broke a coconut with my mantra,

And entered a beautiful white temple,

And there I found you.

And you were me!