I did not bring a towel
So this will not be easy
Soon the sweat beads will arrive
Soon the perspiration
Will dampen the paper
Also steam up the thoughts
Take the passions
To a higher place
To a hotter place
To that way of no being
I did not go beyond
Those 43 beads of sweat
Instead into the courtyard
To the breeze, to the light
To the love of life reflected
The water (to drink) is cold
The attendant keeps herself busy
It has taken me a couple of days
But I have now found
My spiritual home
