Your words,
they fill me with joy.
I’ve never heard such words before.
But before I let you in,
again, I am closing the door.
A lifetime pattern
bound to unwind.
Another song to sing.
The old one bores me,
be patient,
let me try to join in.
Leave your door wide open,
give me some time to sneak in,
to the comfort zone
of your being
where we mingle and wind
and melt
and let go of fearing to cause a sin.
I have crawled out of the darkness
and dropped back into the night,
you offer me
a pleasant light
company in this fight.
Have patience, my lover,
have patience.
I ran away all my life.
To fall right into your open arms
Feels like you offer me a knife.
A knife that you dig
right into my spine
even though you offer me feathers.
But I can not feel them on my skin.
Maybe I have grown too thick,
have grown too thick from within.
Kamalas Karma 