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I sat in a meadow whilst a breeze blew across
the fields.
Bolstering the sweet smells of timber and grass.
I close my eyes and when without thought.
I feel.
I
feel the heaven where in you abide.
Where the simple joys ride the breeze, like the melody of your song.
As I sat
reflecting I perceived shapes rescinding in form.
I sense the oneness of life.
Then while sitting a breeze commences
to blow.
Purging from within.
It ensues across my hands.
I feel its' phenomenon in my heart.
I probe its' delights.
Like
the songbird my spirit sings in the valleys of my heart.
Its' hymn echoing through my soul.
Like indigenous sounds in
a forest.
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And I a migrant seeker.
Calling...
"Mother,
delusional I hear your whispers.
Faint through the mirage of a forest.
Wafting upon the fog.
And I ache for you to
quell my thirst.
Please, unsheathe my eyes.
Efface these clouds from my sight so your
vastness I may perceive.
For
multitudes gaze upon your waters,
admiring what they see.
Many are lost in their own reflection, never able
to see
the erudition of your deep.
Cause reticent and inert you appear like the pond,
while your vital force endows life.
Engendering
trees from seeds."
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A cocoon I've built
With mire
With illusion
Seeking
some comfort
Where comfort was not
Oh Mother, God
With a glint I saw you
I placed you as fiber on the walls
But
your love, your compassion
Cracked the walls
Surrender is the way
Unto the force that matures me
Changing
me, bit by bit.
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I've been a blind man.
A forlorn drifter
in the night.
Walking, meandering without sight.
Though, God endowed me with a spirit, which
when enlightened would
reveal my way.
but, I'm gaping as though a blind man.
many times I've gone astray.
Most are born blind men traversing
to and fro.
Not apprised of the meaning of life and
not aspiring to know.
Though some analogous to the stream.
Eventually
espy their way.
Back to the father.
To the quintessence from whence we came.
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