Come and rest here
When you are tired
Of all this struggling
To be someone
Or something
When you are weary
Of the phenomenal world
Just come here
Where nothing is expected
Or demanded
Or assumed
You can let the struggle
Just fall away
And if you should cry
Well then just cry
For no reason
And every reason
And if you should grieve, or rage
Then do it
And let it go
And come here and rest
Those weary bones
Let me be the fire
That warms you
And holds you
While the storm
Throws its thunder and fury.