I’m tired of this playing hide-and-seek by moonlight. I’m too old for games. Can’t you see that this is serious? I don’t want to chase after you, listening to you giggle. I want you to sit still and be close to me, hold my hand and talk to me. Why is that too much to ask?
You let Francis catch you. I’m not even sure if he chased you at all. Seems to me he just turned a corner one day and there you were.
Gadai got hold of you when he was just a boy. And don’t tell me how hard it was for him all those years, how he cried for you for so many days. We both know he had his reasons for all of that.
And what about Siddartha? He didn’t even look for you, went the opposite direction, but when he plopped down under that tree, you were waiting for him. How is that fair?
I can go on and on, you know.
Nimai just went around causing trouble. Then along you came and said, “Here. Sing this.” Next thing you know, he’s a saint.
Now Paul, I grant that you weren’t so friendly about it. But you gave yourself to him nonetheless, and how did he earn it? I ask you!
See, there are plenty of precedents. You did it for them, now I think it’s my turn. Sit down here, and do for me what you did for them. Give yourself to me. Let me melt into you. That’s what I call freedom.
And while you’re at it, go ahead and give it to everyone else. They’re really decent people. I think they deserve it.
I love you. Even if you are a tease.
Peace, peace, peace be unto all.
