I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world,
But I’m not the only one
I hope some day you’ll join us
And the world will be as one
My Laptop has gone on the blink…so I’m on a hiatus….
resting in silence
of a sunlit afternoon
just smelling flowers
Close to the silt of the earth
in muddied river beds
brittle and bare
a searchlight scans the heartland.
I find myself hungering for more,
as I scour landscapes of silence.
Not just desiring knowledge,
but inclining towards the wonderment
I feel the sensations of a fragrant earth,
and the out flowing of the mystical.
I let go of despair.
To understand my heart from the inside,
I have eyes for those who travel with me on this journey
towards the center.
In this heartland I am revived…..
Gradually, you will learn acquaintance with the invisible form of your departed;
And when the work of grief is done, the wound of loss will heal,
and you will have learned to wean your eyes from that gap in the air, and be able to enter the hearth in your soul where your loved one has awaited your return all the time….
― John O’Donohue,
He is the falling leaves of autumn,
he is the soft rain
that quenches my longing.
Seashells are the color of his love,
and shimmering sands,
commemorate his footprints.
The Indian ocean holds the memory of his beautiful form.
As wind lovingly rustles his name among the trees,
birds call out to remind me of him,
They are his presence with me,
Even when light fades,
fluttering appears at my window
to gladden my faint heart.
Clouds scribble messages
on sapphire skies.
where celestial beings dazzle me with silver linings
full of his praise.
The child in me remembers his playfulness
and sees visions of his light,
the bright entity he is,
all around me,
within my heart,
He lulls me to sleep when tears drench me in sorrow.
Night beckons me
and I wait,
but he is silent.
I sleepwalk in the darkness looking for him
and I rummage around
searching shadows to find him.
Faint outlines soften my grief…
When the moon peaks in my window,
he says “hello”
and his light touches mine.
I see his reflection in the moon’s luminous glow.
Stars twinkle memories from light years away.
Then at the break of day, his bedroom door creaks open,
and I see him in the passageway,
awash in the golden light of dawn….
There is only a thin gossamer veil between us,
and I’m slowly learning to wean my eyes from the gap in the air.
“I’ve been upside down,
I don’t wanna be the right way round,
can’t find paradise on the ground.”
I saw rain fall,
there were no clouds,
“signs from heaven”
I thought out loud!
The sun was shining all the while,
it made me smile….
The invisible made visible before my eyes,
mystical wonder drenched me,
and I was baptized!
Interventions on a daunting journey,
and sightings of infinite mercy…
“What I really want to tell him is to pick up that baby of his and hold her tight, to set the moon on the edge of her crib and to hang her name up in the stars!”
― Jodi Picoult
Yes, I’ve had dreams of you,
in tranquil shades of wordless wonderment,
where forgiveness brought me to my knees,
released this captive,
broke the chains.
I needed you to behold my countenance,
with parental pride,
to call me lovely,
and though I dissappointed you
my penance has been too long!
In pity now I fly,
back to where the bond
and here I am with heart in hand,
my subliminal memory
knows your sorry woes.
On the ground of instability,
you failed to recognize my worth,
but light has an immensity of healing,
On this day to your remembrance,
I’ve touched your immortal soul.
suffering is vanquished,
beyond the realms of lucid visions,
I dreamed you were watching over me…
Oh stars that shine,
to carry out my request,
and in the moon’s hallowed light
I see your eyes
proclaim me worthy.
Your pride outspoken in my dreams!