Walk to Eden

In resonance to a blessing as shared across space

Your song is best felt alone!

I vibe as a wind, and fall as a leaf,

Words of your thoughts are best felt alone,

I watch over moon, I wash over lake,

I think of your thoughts, how they ebb? how they came?

Your vibe is wine enough, for me love opium,

I read over your lines, how they etch space between,

Prints are pristine to be touched,

Lest I soil them with my palm,

All I know is I work, your words make me whole.

I wash linen of man, moonlight night, and stars,

I am a washer of the shore, where

Men just come and men just go,

Its their work that I make undone,

I am called Karma, I am maid of land,

All I am known, lonely and balance of wheel,

Its your work that fill lug hole.

(C) saurya 27th april 22