I looked at my feet and said, "Will you take me a journey?"
They said, "No, we are tired."
I looked at my hands and said, "Will you play me a song?"
They said, "No, we've not practiced."
I looked at my eyes and said, "Will you read me a poem?"
They said, "No, let us alone."
I looked at my heart and said, "Will you love?"
But my heart of blood could not answer,
For quicker than flesh, at that word love,
My real heart leaped and cried,
"I will take you a journey, and play you a song,
and read you a poem,
For I am your real desire, Love manifested;
Your real being, Love witnessed;
Your real fulfillment, Love demonstrated.
