Walk with me in my desert

barefoot in the morning dew.

I want to do to you

what the breeze does

to the lavender fields in the hills,

what the sunlight does

to the sunflower fields,

what the hummingbird does

to the datura flower,

what psilocybin does

to the moth orchid,

what starlings in murmuration

do to the imagination,

what the koel’s coohoo

does to the morning light,

what the monk’s drone does

to the rising vault of the chapel.

I want to do to you

what jasmine buds do

to your hair.

Walk with me in my desert

barefoot in the morning dew.