Vision

To see the order of natural laws

In the apparent chaos of the universe

And dervishes dancing on ellipses

In the wayward paths of the "wanderers"

To see the beauty of restrained passion

When a diffident flower waits for her bee

And in the tango of a couple's daily grind

A tender and touching love story

To see in the ebbs and tides of life

The balance and harmony of nature's flow

And the withered leaves that fall and die 

As one with the green shoots that grow

To see a palace of fulfilled dreams

In the bricks and stones of youthful hope

And a liberated soul in the lost monk

Who wanders, not knowing where he goes

To see a sublime Truth in imperfect words

Of the canon from which the pastor drones

To see thus is to truly see, my friend

The rest is just light on rods and cones

A dream

Last night I dreamt I lived a life

In the mountains someplace far away

A place where time moved so slow

I saw eternity in a single day

I was woken in the lap of the earth

By the misty whispers of the dawn

I filled my breath with the crispy air

And my soul with a sweet birdie's song

I spent my day walking the woods

On paths untouched by the guile of men

I tended to those around, in turn

They sustained me, made me one of them

At dusk, I sat by the mountainside

And watched the golden sun dim away

With it they went, the cares of my mind

For I hadn't paid heed to them all day

As the stars began to dot the sky

A quiet joy twinkled in my mind

I turned to you, and took your hand

We danced to the silence of the night

You, who knew the depths of my soul

So words unspoken were understood

You, whose company was just almost

As intoxicating as solitude

But now in the warmth of the morning sun

I watch you and the mountains melt away

I wake up from the truth of my dreams

To live a life of lies for another day

 

I wait

The skies are grey, the thoughts blue

The cold night brings in a pall of gloom

I wait for the warmth of the sun at dawn

I wait for the joy in the morning song

The trees droop under the weight of snow

A seed lies cold under the frost below

I wait for the bright green shoots of spring

I wait for hope and a new beginning 

The cruel summer has cast a dry spell

No water trickles up the village well

I wait for the rains to drench the earth

I wait for the wells to quench our thirst

My heart, it pines for its kindred soul

But fate has cast you to distant shores

I wait to hold you close, share your pain

I wait to drown in your laughter again

Some dreams are not meant to be chased

Some pangs must be borne with silent grace

Let life pass you by, as you stand still

Watching Fate unfold the tapestry of Her will 

For the warmth of the morning sun I yearn

I wait for the tides and seasons to turn

I wait to be washed by the first drops of rain

I wait for the day I will see you again

I wait...

The child

Who do I see, my dear, by your side

A little boy, perhaps no older than five

For the light of the heavens he was born with

Has not yet faded from his innocent eyes

I draw him into a tender embrace

He fills my heart with his happy smile

I feel a love that brooks no limits

As the love of a mother for her child

He regales me with his funny tales

And frolics around in playful mirth

He floats to the sky in a bubble of joy

That no rule nor duty tethers to earth

He brings to me his little trophies

With a smug yet demure look in his eye

He shows me his scraped elbows and knees

From when he fell but was too proud to cry

After my balm of calm solace

He rests in my lap, cares left behind

As I watch him nap, I feel blessed to have

Earned the affection of a blameless mind

Soon, life beckons, and he scampers away

To hide in a crevice of your adult mind

I wonder when I will see him again

That golden little drop of sunshine

The (inner) child