For the heart that longs for freedom, for the soul that yearns to fly. This poetry has no argument in it, it doesn't make a case for anything, it is not seeking to persuade any one of anything. It is a quiet flower in the forest, minding its own business. Occasionally a passerby stops and looks, and in that relationship, that exquisite moment, there is a communion of love meeting itself. Nothing more, nothing less. No grand plan, just love meeting itself in the quietness of the forest. This is the essence of why I write.
Reach deep into your darkness And it will reveal The light you seek. ------------------------- An infinite sadness Did permeate his being And as he made no attempt to resist So did he fall into the vast ocean of eternity And there was great healing in that placeless place By and by he returned to the world Cleansed, renewed and humbled. ------------------------ When my humility Outweighed my resistance I fell to my knees In a deeper acceptance Of life's vicissitudes In that falling I remembered Who I was In my essence And a great love Burst forth. -------------------------- Those who have been humbled By life’s vicissitudes Speak a different language Than those who hang on To their pride, no matter what. It might be called The language of love. -------------------------- Feet on the ground Head in the universe Heart the bridge between them. -------------------------- Wounds are old friends We have avoided for years Inviting us back To a great reunion. --------------------------- The river of time Flows through eternity Carrying all form To its destiny In some ways Nothing is happening In other ways Everything is happening. ------------------------ Let it be a mythic tale Of innocence lost Of wandering in the wilderness Of heartbreak and sorrow Of searching and longing Of rising to the challenge And returning to innocence With wisdom and humility Awareness and grace. Be dignified on your journey home. --------------------------- Let us speak in metaphor and story For the inner body Knows the secret language of being In a way the mind cannot grasp. -------------------------- And even the clouds Could not obscure The brilliance of the sun. --------------------------------
Thank you Kavi
Beautiful Kavi, many thanks for your poetry. x