The Pond in The Park

Yes!

All I can speak is yes!

Yes! Oh light, oh peace, pierce through me!

Look, these arms are far stretched up to your source

Cover me like you cover this grass beneath me

For I am a straw in the field of creation

Yes!

I am a straw, in the sweet cocktail-drink that is 

Tranquility

Yes!

I could sit here calmly, like a straw, forever

A straw by the pond, turned to the sun, rocked by the wind

Listening to the old whispering pond, that carries secrets

In the foam 

Yes, please!

May the daffodils and tulips and daisies grow around my hands and feet

Pin me to the ground, to the grass

Yes!

May the pond sweep over me and feed my thirst

May I become a straw of grass

In the field of creation

And the pond become my guardian and leader

Protector and lover

Yes!

Sweep over me!