Dwelling

Dwelling 

A vinary! among the flames of marvel 

My heart is unquite can take any shape. 

The place I dwell and dwelling has become harsher.....

A meadow of deers 

A monastery of monks 

A movement of merchants 

A wilderness of wander lusts.

I accept only a religion of love

Where ever the caravan of love turns, 

That's the belief; that's the faith 

That's the path I do keep.