Come, my Soul, swim to me!
The water is deep in my love
which carries me to you.
It’s true nature revealed
When trodden under foot
But when drenched
Does it bear witness
To burning disgrace
Or blazing fury?
I clasp the flowers to my breast
Which is naked and drips with water.
But the moon makes them bloom like the lotus.
Yes, the grass is like me
It lifts its head
Only to be continually sheared
Into flat velvet by the frenzied machine
How many ways do you have to flatten a woman?
I give you my flowers
because they are beautiful,
And you are holding my hand
In the middle of the water.
But the earth
And women continue to rise up
If you ask me, you had the right idea
A footpath was spot on
Those who can’t endure
Are patched down into the scorched earth
Merely straw
A path for the oppressors
Not grass
my Soul, swim to me
deep in my Love!