Hold Me Tight

These days I have had a dream    
about the monkey king Sun Wu-kong      
in the Vairocana Buddha’s palm    
Dreamt that I were him    
soaking in the anointing balm      
     
Wondering having a rest after a long journey    
fantasizing the firmness, the safety      
the heat of the palm might melt me    
I might be frightened and gasp    
but I wouldn’t escape from your grasp      
     
I might have 72 transformations    
but they’re not critical any more      
Being willing to be caged by your fingered frame      
the loss of the freedom isn’t a shame    
Floating in the sea of your hand    
I would feel as free as a sunken sand      
     
Linger on the brink of the abyss    
savor the taste of the life tests      
never been a good test taker    
cause I have never well-learned      
how to skate on thin ice    
and avoid heading into danger    
     
Hold me tight as much as you can    
just a second in your hand    
Let me know      
I should be fine with the mess-up    
and you are my back-up