I'm taking you along the path.
Don't struggle to protect yourself.
You can't. I can.
This is all I ask of you:
think always of me.
When you amuse yourself, a book, TV,
you lose the chance to be with me.
Sometimes, I give you a break, time off, but always ask.
It hurts my heart when you just go.
It hurts yours too.
The ache you feel inside is grief for all the time
you've spent away from me.
As a child, you found me in the apple trees,
young man, in love,
and now you're old, take my hand
and let yourself be pulled to me.
I am the Avatar,
mother, father God.
I'm always moving in the quietude.
Come, lay your head upon my knee.
When we're this close,
you can dissolve in me,
and like the constellations flow,
and like the flowers grow,
just by being me.
(10/13, p. m.)