Don’t ever ask me to be your Master
It would be a descent
and almost certainly lead to disaster.
The loss of your freedom would make me sad
Like losing a key that was heaven sent,
If I wanted to be your Master.
Our time together would vanish faster
The best of us would be rapidly spent
Wrong intention brings disaster.
So I set you free to be honoured and loved.
I don’t ever need to be your Master.
You have eagerly welded yourself to my heart.
Do you miss my attention when we’re apart?
What is a clock?
A finger pointing out the time
That’s the simple answer
Counting seconds, minutes, hours
Passing slower, passing faster
A lazy, hungry creature
Time’s elastic
Drags us on
Pulls us to the future
Strips out history away
Measures out our meter
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock
It knows nothing of the moment
Or the truth of time
It will never be my master
My clock is in my heartbeat
But what if there’s no time at all
And it’s a false illusion?
What if it repeats itself
And each beat is completer?
Or everything is overlapped?
Did we meet across some bridge,
Every meeting sweeter?
And will we pass that way again?
I’m here and there and everywhere
Without time there’s no disaster
Time is not my master
a man is a fool when he thinks he can master
with lies, false semblance and trickery
the hearts of many women
he fails to hear all their sisterly whispers
behind closed doors and windows
a man is a fool when he thinks he can master
the hearts of a harem of women
self-deluded by his own shallow charms
he will find he is on a lonely old path
and his harm will be to himself
a man is a fool if he thinks he can master
the minds of many women
the sadness in this is the innocent hurt
those poor girls in love with a fool
may he drown in a pool of their tears
a man is a fool when he thinks he can master
many women on one hidden leash
the days will come, again and again,
when he ties himself up, in a tangled rope,
to finally hang his own soul on a tree
and swing in a sorry wind
The Dreaming Path 