I come and I go.
I blow the sand off your desert laden chest.
I listen as your worries increase
And anoint your head with oil.
I have lived 1000 times,
Always coming so close to the margins of religion,
But only ever made it as far as a temple prostitute.

But when I look into your eyes I see
The purity of the holy flame,
And then I know,
That's only as far as anyone
In a human body can get,
And much closer than most will ever know.

-jenn