Heart Intelligence

His name is Haroon.

He’s a fatherless orphan.
He walks with a limp.
His eyes get shiny
when he reads Rumi.

No one stood up for him
when he was mocked.
He’s left-handed!
his mother still bemoans!

One could be tempted to say
Fate is a cruel mistress.
But he was given a Gift.
The Blessing of blessings.

His strength.
His smile.
Beauty and invincibility.
The Light in darkness.

Heart Intelligence.

Jamais trop tard / Never too late

Un matin de mai
j’ai vu sur un mur de Paris
écrit en lettres rouges
le mot AMOUR.

Cela m’a rendu triste,
triste
car d’Amour
le monde manque tant,

et j’ai soudain pensé
plein de regrets
à tous mes “j’aurais-dû”
à tous mes “j’aurais-pu”.

Alors un ange ou peut-être
cet enfant en chacun de nous
a murmuré
“il n’est jamais trop tard !”

Un matin de mai
j’ai vu sur un mur de Paris
écrit en lettres rouges
le mot AMOUR.

~

On a May morning
I saw the word LOVE
written in red 
on a wall in Paris.

That made me feel sad,
so sad
for the world craves
a Love so deep!

 And I regretfully thought
about all my 
“I-should-have” 
and “I-could-have”…

Then an angel
or maybe the child in each of us
whispered 
“It’s never too late…”

On a May morning
I saw the word LOVE
written in red 
on a wall in Paris.

~

illustration: image chef