I fall asleep to the sound of Buddha Maitreya
I wake to find your hand hold of my fingers
The singer of the song sings I love you
I believe in the circle of the ring we seek
Hours of lost moments retiring into my sleep
Our evening turned into morning
Our love fascinated by the keep and the keepsakes
Our details deeper than the skin we reap
Your day, our journey, your questions, our purpose
Our unconditional leap it is a life’s work
If you want to help; neat
Seek out the formed and rounded boulder
Take them to Buddha Maitreya
Ask if they can be the payment for our keep
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