Love and Pain.

The monk asks the wind
Who do you love more ?
The valley or the trees
The cattle or the geese.

The wind it smiled and waved a leaf
O monk when shall you ever learn
Love is not when a leaf it shakes
The dance of the cattle
Or the carved up scapes.

Love, it compels me to rise and fall
It brings me here to the mountains tall
To be cracked and whipped and cry in pain
To be beaten and chased and trained again.

To be sinning a crime I had never done
And yet again to mountains return.