There’s a fine line between 

Worshippers and those who stalk,

And when you cross it, 

Climbing Mount Kailash

To get a glimpse of a god,

Your poetry has to be very good,

Or his wife will shake him from

The trance that he is resting in,

And he will strike you from his presence.

Down his mountain you will go,

And your drum will leave a scar

On the face of that very mountain 

For all the world to see forever. 

That’s his mountain after all.

And you may think that this is bad,

But this is actually beautiful.

This is actually very good,

For all to see,

For all to hear.

“Damad damad damaddama,”

The mystic drum forever chants,

The story of love 

For all to see,

For all to hear,

Forevermore.

It’s beating there

Within my heart.

It’s beating there,

The story of Love,

The Song of Deepest Admiration,

Following you

To the ends of the earth.

-jenn