On the Battlefield

On the battlefield,
bowing head in despair.
Nothing but the song of the
beloved,

and in loving him,
can make us love

I thought giving up
the shame I clung to
was leaving me

but when I let you in
i fell away from shame,
a ripe fruit
falling from the
heavy branches of the world.

I slowly gave up a little selfishness
I danced a little

I once dreamt of the pleasure groves
of heaven,
not knowing what it was, the hot desire.
Not knowing that my God was both the flames
that leap and burn, and the inscense itself
within the fire.

I once dreamt of old trees and
living wood
and moss
and darkly handsome forest paths
but breaking braken
and all the birdsong beauty
was once corrupted
by Samsara's lust

We have so much to do
when I come home,
undo the evil spell step by step.
This is a begging favour,
don't leave me,
or make our journey stop.

Take me back into
living copses.
Take me by the hand
back into pain.
From the city into
light again.

I don't need to hide my face
or choose words.(nor do you)
You know the game
its name, and makes us cry.