Thursday, July 5, 2012


Be a deer,

Run like a star.

Days and nights

Remain thou young.

Bite the buds,

Strengthen thy softness,

Spread thy horns

Into peaks of love.

Then be thyself.

Be a sapling,

Rise tall,

Creep high.

Buds, buds, buds

Invite deer herds

Running in the wilderness.

Be a sapling.

Be a melody

On a lute or harp

In a stream or lake

And be a dance.

Be a prayer too,

Be blissful peace,

Be a slogan in a struggle,

Be a melody.

Be a string of a lute,

Be the praise of gods,

Be the law of life

And decide the course of time.

Change it into a harmony;

Be a string of a lute.

Be a loaf of bread

Be hunger and wisdom

Be food to poet beggar

Be prey to the hunter

Be a pregnant fragrance

Be a sprinkle of nectar

Be thyself,

Be a deer

Be a melody, a sapling,

Be a string of lute.

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