Wander, wonderer; Lose yourself; Shed yourself like lizard skin and bathe in the sun; Naked; Revealed; Bereft of concern; Jazz-like; Smoke drifting through the air on a lazy Sunday, moved only by the motion of lovers steps. Allow yourself the path; The road less travelled; Be a shrike to the world; Prickled thorns be not your enemy; But aqua regia for the soul; Transmutation; Lesser made whole by movement; Not destination; Allow yourself the path less travelled; And you will find distant lands of song and splendour. Embrace me, then; As a tree the sun; As a leaf the crack of a boot; Natural; Accepted; Inevitable like a lovers grip; Like a rivers path; Like the grave; But bury me shallow; So I may feel the rain upon my skin. And I do so love the touch of rain.