High on the hill
Sat the Guru of Tongues,
A sage for all people,
All countries and none.
He dealt me a blow,
He banged me to rights,
He told me my faults,
He put up a fight,
He stifled my reason,
He dared me to laugh,
He throttled my anger;
I cried in my heart.
But then he did something
I’ll never forget –
He touched me so gently
My eyes would have wept.
But even that feeling
Was gone with his touch,
My heart was at peace now –
He loved me so much.
His hand on my forehead,
His tender eyes beamed,
He looked at my soul now;
I felt it released.
I travelled away from
This saint on the hill,
But he travelled with me
So silent – so still.
And all was revealed,
As we flew through the air,
To this place and that place
But all of them here,
And all of them now,
And all of them me,
And all of them him,
And all of them you,
And all of them us
All – universal –
Timeless – until
He touched me again,
The saint on the hill.
And so we returned
To the place we first met –
A peak on a mountain
Where he’s lived for an age.
Oh how I love you
My guru – my sage!
An English rock star
© Richard Lawrence 2007
Sat the Guru of Tongues,
A sage for all people,
All countries and none.
He dealt me a blow,
He banged me to rights,
He told me my faults,
He put up a fight,
He stifled my reason,
He dared me to laugh,
He throttled my anger;
I cried in my heart.
But then he did something
I’ll never forget –
He touched me so gently
My eyes would have wept.
But even that feeling
Was gone with his touch,
My heart was at peace now –
He loved me so much.
His hand on my forehead,
His tender eyes beamed,
He looked at my soul now;
I felt it released.
I travelled away from
This saint on the hill,
But he travelled with me
So silent – so still.
And all was revealed,
As we flew through the air,
To this place and that place
But all of them here,
And all of them now,
And all of them me,
And all of them him,
And all of them you,
And all of them us
All – universal –
Timeless – until
He touched me again,
The saint on the hill.
And so we returned
To the place we first met –
A peak on a mountain
Where he’s lived for an age.
Oh how I love you
My guru – my sage!
An English rock star
© Richard Lawrence 2007