Come walk with me along the way,
that turns and winds so we can’t see the end,
through bends, alluring in their folds and shadows.
When the path seems to fade I’ll follow you up the mountain and over rocks
since you like to go where there is no trail.
And when we’re led to a surprise meadow,
you follow me as I run and twirl, lay down in the tall grass to watch the clouds.
Come eat with me this bowl and bread,
we’ll scoop with our hands and savor the scent
of new combinations, flavor and spice. You show me the rice
and the sauce, and the way to prepare the meal.
We’ll share what we before have eaten alone,
in a small bowl that somehow looks bigger
when it’s dipped into by my hand and yours.
Come talk with me in your soft voice,
with your soft ear, hear the thoughts of our minds as they’re rolled into words,
conversation that winds between stillness and flow.
You should know, every thought I unfold to your listening smile
is a moment of silence I’ll share with you
while you unfurl, in quiet and space, your breath in a sigh.
Let us talk and be silent late into the night.
Come be you with me, and I will be me
with you as we walk on this way that we choose
in common, though nothing with certainty beams
and stars that would gleam out a fate are unclear.
Are you afraid? I’m afraid too, but fear doesn’t move,
and this is the place and this is the time
to share or to lose the sublime that is reached in dying, in rising.