' The Love of Place '...

I saw a wise man dying of starvation.

Leaves fall in the slightest
wind in December.

And I saw a wealthy man beating his cook
for some mistake with the spices.

Since then, I Lalla, have been waiting
for my love of this place to leave me.



- Lalla
14th Century North Indian mystic

From "Naked Song"
Versions by Coleman Barks
Maypop, 1992