Upon Your Return From India

while you were in India did you see the tragic children playing in feces and ashes who would give the rest of their lives to be held and loved for one hour? Did that vision add to your sorrow? Did it enlarge that hole in your life? Did it drip painfully on your heart like hot wax? When the painful wax grows cold and hardens Run my sweet sister Run like you've never run before come out from under the rain overtake the wind Let the pounding of your heart crack and break that parafin prison illusury intimidation is all it is let it fall and melt again and become love for love becomes you