Sprinkle a bit of beauty's salt
on your hands, child
and lick it slowly,
savouring each dissolving grain.
Follow it with a shot of
joy's liquor, straight,
and feel it pulsating
through your veins, to the rhythm
of this gentle countryside song.
Now come on and put out your hands,
to be filled with the purity of life
because there is joy
on every street corner,
waiting to be plucked like virgins.
So, go out and dance
in the rains of love and beauty
and soak up their simplicity
in your clothes.
Wear happiness like a flag
over your breast and sing,
sing loudly.
But, don't ever say
the joy isn't there for the taking,
because if you ever feel that way
all you need to do
is go home.

11/19/2001

Posted on 11/19/2001
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