Yes it can

Can the brooding blue in a rainbow know

It is inseparable from the warm yellow?

Can a single note in a song foresee

The grace it lends to the symphony?

Can the restless wave on the sea shore feel

Oneness with the calm of the ocean’s deep?

Can a fleeting life in a moment know

An eternal peace in its quiet soul?

Yes, it can.

A tear for a tear

No thoughtful words nor kind advice

No scrolls of wisdom from the ancient wise

No heartfelt hug, no loving embrace

No tender touch that caresses my face

Nothing can soothe and melt my pain

And turn grey skies bright blue again

Better than the tears of my kindred soul

Who feels my pain deep in his bones

And whose heart aches with unspeakable grief

When my smile plays a game of hide-and-seek

When my strength fails me in stormy times

When wounds cut deep, tears cloud my mind

There is no better salve nor sweet solace

Than a soft tear drop that rolls down your face

A seed in spring

Through lifeless winter, under layers of snow

A seed lay curled in, feeling cold, alone

But come spring, the sun's golden light

Stirred something in its heart deep inside

Soon, seeking its sun, the soul broke free

Tore through the earth with effortless ease

As its eyes opened to a bright blue sky

Its heart put forth green shoots of joy

Now basking in the sun's boundless warmth

It embraces the world with open arms

A soul at peace wants nothing, it shares

Every flower it springs, every fruit it bears

Oh, the magic of love, pure and true

That bathes you in light, but asks nothing of you

It thaws a frozen heart, opens a tender soul

To become a joyous part of the infinite whole

A swing in the park

I ambled in the park on a bright spring day
What joy it is to watch the children play!
Amidst peals of laughter, shrieks and cries
One little child on a swing caught my eye

When the swing went up, a chest-thumping roar
On its way down, he'd let out a painful moan
He'd flail his limbs before the inevitable rise
And beam with pride at all the fleeting highs

Oh, but a child is he, little does he know
That in the swing's swings he plays barely a role
To see this truth someday, I hope he'll be wise
There need be no shame in the fall, nor pride in the rise

Liberated

A tiny boat dots the boundless sea

Under the glow of the morning sky

Centered in the calm of the ocean's deep

Yet bobbing with the ebb and tide

Unhurried, and with a joyous peace

It cruises as the currents flow

Its sails, caressed by the gentle breeze

They pine for no distant shore

Over golden drops of the sun that glitter

And adorn the playful waves

The boat, like a mind that is free, unfettered

Glides into the beautiful day

A beautiful moment

She came by me, a beauty sublime

With the gentle warmth of winter sunshine

As morning dew, her soft embrace

A scented zephyr, her elegant grace

But I rue I paid her attention scant

For my mind was lost in distant lands

Of battles past, of scars and tears

Of dreams for the morrow, of hopes and fears

As I ambled back, I am sad to say

I found her gone, she'd slipped away

Now I wonder why, when the moment arose

I didn't smell its joy, I didn't hold her close

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As we step into the new year, here's wishing all of us more awareness of the beautiful moments of life. Because, with all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.

Alchemy

Look there, a feather floats in a breeze
Carefree and calm, in an easy peace
Over fields of gold, and a clear blue sky
With a lightness of being, and a heart of joy
Embracing the world with its open arms
For 'tis a wonderful life, so full of charm

But in a moment, it turns a block of lead
Weighed down by bitterness of words unsaid
Curled in from the world, distant and closed,
For the thorns around, they so prick and poke
The sun doesn't shine, no light comes in
And a poison brews in the dark within

Oh, what a consummate alchemist is He
For He needs no more than a minute or three
To paint the bonny sky a shade of wintry grey
To make the fields of gold all just melt away
To turn the twinkle in the eye a teary red
To morph the mind from a feather to a block of lead