Prayer

Approaching your vast nothingness Even as I worry about half accomplished obligations My wishes I plan to let you know Are many I wish to become the eight colour of a rainbow If you allow me I wish to have marks of my love's kisses on my face When I face your storm I wish to live a moment as the soul of an autumn leaf Clinging to a bough I wish to be the echo of a waterfall Playing with a butterfly around a pine tree I wish to catch a cicad's falling cry On a moonlit night I wish to be a frog with a cuckoo's voice And sing with mud of my grandpa's rice fields I wish to go back to mother's womb And start all over again If you have these In that vast nothingness of yours