“Our biological rhythms are the symphony of the cosmos, music embedded deep within us to which we dance, even when we can’t name the tune.”
― Deepak Chopra
He wore his suit on Saturday,
the tailored one,
the one that made him shimmer in the morning sun!
he danced with lively flair,
to the jubilant air.
understood the mime,
his guise and movement
in soundless time
Coins tumbled and jingled in his jar,
his happy dance,
an up-and-coming star!
He swirled and gyrated
in the dirt,
he was no introvert!
his eyes twinkled behind the lens,
like Michael Jackson,
twirling and dancing
with his friends…
Tireless entertainer for the day,
beneath the trees,
an outdoor cabaret.
Live in the light of Grace!
“The soul is healed by being with children.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky
There was a sparkle in her smile
a voice of such sweet melody.
She had an irresistible style
an aura of such pleasantry.
I couldn’t resist to sit awhile
and bask in tones so velvety.
A happy, carefree little child
with songs of dulcet melody.
A euphony of joy compiled,
abundance of pure ecstasy.
“I celebrated your joy, I promise, I did.
While into darkness, my afflictions slid.
Through pain and tears I heard applause.
I gleaned the cheers, I read the scores.
I glimpsed delight with visceral sight.
In my mind’s eye it still alights.
I’m sorry, so sorry for my shame.
I really am, let me try again?
If only I’d supped that warm embrace,
just for a moment, a sublime place!
In misery I’ve been submerged.
Stolen joy where despair converged.
Shame is more deadly than death.
Its venom steals my very breath.
I’m going beyond the outer edges
to acquire my own forgiving lenses.
When I emerge I pray I’ll be free.
Somewhere, somehow, it’s my decree!”
“If we surrendered
to earth’s intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love Poems to God
I awoke today
Shy but curious
a message of love.
from heaven above.
On crimson wings
they flew to the trees
In their wake