My heart belongs to the stars
Amongst the temple tops
On the wings of birds
But my feet must walk the road
Of helping others
Like my hands
Do best

My heart longs to be in the hands of Buddha
Like a hair tie in the strands of Jesus
Footprints and helping hands
My work is here in town
So my heart stands
In the way of

I cannot speak quickly like the mountains
I cannot say what I mean succinctly
In the moment like the sky

It always comes after
Like the tears and
The happiness


Artwork Lah

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