050210h Just Thinking Softly Poem by Manonton Dalan

i sit atop a tree in lotus position
clasping both my palms to heaven
holding my breath to point of firm
and journey to river where i'm from
where i enjoy solace of my mind
yet you're following me with desire

i grin to, to whisper of the clouds
soft to listen hard to understand
i let it pass, not meant to be mine
let the goddess bless my passage
of this beautiful world of wit-mystic
i could stay up here; i won't be stiff