Om

All you need is Love,
And clean but slightly smell-lingering dogs,
One who may go crazy and attack you with pure glee,
and another who is a bit more shy, but sweeter and smarter,

And all the cimates of the world, and years
and years and years to travel them in,

and lungs to breathe the infinitely sweet air,

and lungs to speak love,
and a mind to think love,
and a heart to feel love,
and eyes to see love,
and ears to hear love.

All you need is Love,
and the strength of a lion to live in this world,
and the peace of a monk to keep your sanity,
and the purity of a sweet summer's day,
a hundred miles from anyone,
to be sure of yourself.

All you need is Love,
which is nowhere outside yourself,
which was in your heart, beyond, beyond, beyond all,
Completely beyond.

All you need is Love,
which would open up the keys, to let you see beyond time,
from which the world came(!)

and some kind of self-assurance to go on past, out, out, to go on past and out beyond everything,
with your only companions the sails,
some kind of self-assurance to fly across the universe,
travel on down the river, down to the source,
some kind of self-assurance not to get caught up in the million different places to lose yourself,
but keep yourself, and keep yourself pure.

All you need is Love to take you there,
all the way across the universe,
on down the waters, all the way to the source,
to take the reins, to find the path to the boat, which you can ride all the way home.