Sojourner’s Mantra

Don’t steer too hard

Let the currents propel you forward

Surrender to the motion of the ocean

Be at peace with the journey

Have faith in the direction of the course

 

Hold the steering device lightly

Don’t grasp it with anxiety

Make your journey divine

Don’t obsess with the destination

Find peace when true north

Does not appear to you yet

 

Say with me: this here sojourn is of my making

From nothing I have designed this creation

My desired objective and purpose are my peace

I also have humility to surrender to the seas

I am content with learning from the journey

And being nurtured by the strength of my strides

Bring me Flowers!

Bring me flowers while I’m alive

Fresh flowers in full blossom

In full splendour and colour

Let the nectar baptise melancholy

Let the scent wash away impurities

Flowers that speak with many mouths

Bouquets with eternal smiles

Fresh flowers that ignite my soul…

 

Bring me flowers while I’m alive

Bring longevity and beauty to my third eye

Anoint me with nature’s nectar

And crown me with thorny roses.

Bring me life, while I’m alive

Fresh flowers in full blossom

Flowers that resurrect all passion

Bouquets of eternal sunshine

Fresh flowers to sustain my life…

 

Wait not for the burial site

Wait not for blinding glory

Wait not for the posthumous

Wait, wait, wait, wait no more

Bring me flowers while I’m alive