Warmth

Leave those there,
I will care for you
There is food in here
Shoes off first
It’s not cold, it’s warm
Leave those out to dry
Let me get a bowl, and I’ll return
Warmer and warmer, warm
Now the rest, and throw it in the fire
Good, good, and better
Take this, stir a bit
Wait for my return

Look who else we have here, saved
He saved me, they said of the saving
Yes I did, and it was a pleasure
A calling, if you will, to dedicate oneself to

You three sit here, and keep stirring
Garments off, it’s warm
I told you not to hoard
Don’t you want me peaceful and calm?
Unwise for all of us to get lost in quibbles

But did I not ask you to wait?
I thought I’d asked you something
To stir and leave your things to dry
Because it’s warm

I will not take this,
Now that you’ve started, how can you leave?
Are you like the masses holding the disease?
Illness of materials, sickness of attachments?
If I say to stir and give up garments,
What say you?

You say thanks, thanks for saving
from frost fields

Look, the others, they keep stirring
Look at eyes of theirs, and how they track you
Maddening, delearning teachings mine

Door? What door?
I will make myself harder to ignore
Keep the peace, or consequence befalls

Look at what I had to put myself through,
as you hang and drip
Friends, like-mindeds will come to see you too
It shall never be so lonely here for you
After all,
All that matters is that it’s warm