Wisdom lead me through the verdant paths
Past the barns and the ancient warehouses
To the redundant church where my ancestors lay
In their blissful tombs lit by subterranean lights
He said that I should sing on the makeshift stage
Which was impossible because I had no earthly voice
So the assembled would only hear
The silence of my melodies
There were only two exits to this ancient church
The southern clouds which promised rain
I had a sudden desire to see a holy man
Or be an iron bar covered with rust
Cross legged he floats like bird on wing
And then it was time to leave and sail away
From this unsubstantial river church
Where acts of worship ceased many years ago
I will lead a moral life or so I am told
Fine medicines will be constant companions
As the lotus flowers will remain unsaturated