Siddartha

Siddhartha, I know you,
I have known your pain,
I have heard the laughter,
Ad I have felt the rain.

The voices in your river,
The ending that ever comes,
Our symphonies go onward,
In the universal home.

The road you are descending
Is a mirror of my own,
The scars upon your temple
Not shared by you alone.

So, if you take a wrong way
And think you've lost your way,
Come warm inside my mansion:
All mine is yours - the same.



Nelson 1971 ©garnet robbie