I rent the ocean (part four-the itch)

I drank from the ocean water for thirst

I ate from the plants surrounding us all

Each taste was even sweeter than the first

There was no famine for life to withdrawal

I felt the whole of emotional bliss

The warming embrace of important men

And the gentle touch of a woman’s kiss

Leaving me, the holy child of Zen

But still I felt, a strange aching inside

Something I couldn’t begin to ignore

I couldn’t have started to try to hide

That living had something to offer more.

That something was whispering in my ear

This was not the time that I should be here