Invisible

Attachments, attachments, stuck on my arm
Attachments attachments, do me such harm

I hear you reincarnate, loud and on a whim
No, say I, I have no longing, to be with you again

Oh okay I must admit, I will stand by you by day,
It is hard to thread detachment, with the unanswered
Call towards dismay.

So in turn we learn about compassion, which empathizes
With us all, okay I’m not perfect, but I see some light which falls.

Attachments attachments, I am attached to your well being,
So even I suffer, when you use snuffers to out my fiery way.

Detachment, I care not, it all flows pass me. I travel the path that
preaches, don't preach, repeat om padme. It brings joy
to your bones, I attach myself to unknown, without a thought of effect
or cause, there is a vacancy here at home.

Suddenly my thoughts of trying to hide, are easier left alone, with cloak
Flowing all over grace, invisible and alone.

I can detach just fine, it is you who will miss me when I am gone.

Christopher Baird 2012 ©