Out of the Maze

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? (Khalil Gibran, “The Prophet”)

Wild flowers bloom
then fade.
Words flow in silence.
Tears go by.

Will we look
at the gates of Heaven
the same way
you were gazing at the sky?

How can we be sure
that Time and Love
work together
to lead us safely

out of the Maze?

A little Comfort

Stars were already shining
before I was born.
It seems they always will,
but they too shall die.

And the Moon
shall fall from the sky
and the sky shall grow dark
and I feel so scared.

But I’m not alone.
I have found a hand to hold
and a little comfort
in the light of your Heart.

Lettre au Marchand de Sable / Letter to the Sandman

Cher Marchand de Sable,

puisque je dois mourir,
je peux bien tout vous dire.
J’étais l’enfant de la mer,
roi de royaumes immenses.
Mais le vent a tourné
et mon coeur
tel un bateau de cristal
en mille éclats
sur le récif s’est brisé.
Mon rêve est une île trop lointaine,
je ne vois plus l’étoile du Berger.
Ce soir Dieu m’abandonne,
alors, sans aucun regret,

mon âme, je vous la donne.

~

Dear Mr Sandman

because I have to die
I can tell you everything.
I was the Child of the Sea,
the King of infinite realms.
But winds were harsh
and unforgiving. The tide turned,
and like a crystal boat
running aground the reef
my heart shattered
into a million pieces.
My dream is an island too far,
I lost sight of my lucky star.
Tonight God has forsaken me
and without any regrets

I give you my soul.

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.