You Thief
Thief,
You have stolen it,
Give it back right now.
You have stolen my heart.
I cannot wipe this drunken smile off my face,
It’s becoming so embarrassing,
Even the trees, sun and mountains are grinning at me.
Thief,
Give my heart back to me right now.
If I had known that sitting with you on my meditation cushion,
would cause this bewitchment,
I would have chosen to sign up for that dance class instead.
Thief,
Give my heart back to me.
I sit to write,
And you write through me.
I sing,
And you sing through me.
I speak,
and you speak through me.
If this keeps up,
I will need a diagnosis.
And what’s next?
Will I turn into that laughing Buddha on my bookshelf?
I kind of like him over there,
And me over here.
And then you shout,
“Here, take your heart back”.
But wait a minute, I say,
The sweet nectar on my lips is drying,
The grand symphony within my ears is silent,
The song on my lips is out of tune.
Wait a minute.
Shyly, I whisper,
“Perhaps we could hold my heart,
In our hands,
Together.
And you say, “Wake up!
Our hearts have always been one…