Let go of the desires
oh all of the heartaches they sire
send them to sea ablaze funeral pyres.
Longings to make them proud
treasure me in the crowd
a full moon face with no clouds.
Childhood strings of attachment
put all these tears in a basket
turn them into daisies, joyous facets.
Ideas of what I should be
untangled to set foot free
so that I can be happy being me (remember there is no I only we).