Many white horses
in ignorance
very tamed ones
while horizon went
blur
And I forgot my names
When I go knocking on heaven’s door
I don’t want my white and black pebbles
to be counted
I want to tell about all the times I was
in dung
and felt a hand lift me up
I want to tell about all the times I was hungry
and got a bellyful of food
I want to tell about all the times I was thirsty
and got soothed by nothing like tears
When I go knocking on heaven’s door
I don’t want my judgement bells
to go ringing from cloud to convincing one
I want the bells to call on the wild pains
and the lost times
to bring us back home
in our own light happy
steps
chameleonian times 