Cocoon of Love

The cocoon that infuses myself 
with life is made of love. 

I am within a forest, a lake, a temple, 
and a journey into the vastness of existence
that tells me how to be happy instant by instant.

It is a cocoon as a forest where I won't be remembered. 
It is a cocoon as a lake where I'll be loved.
It is a cocoon as a the temple where I'll be found. 

I'll be found, but I won't be remembered. 

Although you don't remember me, I will be found 
again and again whistling through the grass of time 
that caresses your feet each time you laugh.