! Follow Me Not Like A Storm! Poem by Rema Prasanaa

Follow me not like one rhythm
of a fire that is wild,
intrude not in my sacred shrine
and engulf my divine deity
in black stone I placed there
And friends, I need not
who follow me like a shadow
with stolen hidden swords
and sweet words on lips
Follow me not like a storm,
a stream from mountain
i need to flow and end
in one boundless ocean
in mystic form and feel
the resplendent horizon
and silvery moonlight
Follow me not like a cloud
in black, in my hands I need
only the fragrance of a breeze
not one sand storm of a desert...



April 24,2009